Treasures to Peasants

Lord God, I pray that you may take my anxious suffering heart and transform it to your glory through the peace of the Holy Spirit.

Let me be a rose among your Thorns that in all things and we praise you perpetually!

You are my just cause and my end.

All praise and glory goes to you – oh Lord!

Forgive me

Forgive me

Forgive me

In insulting you through my careless follies – my flesh is weak though my love is strong!

Forgive me that I may rest in the knowledge of your mercy – I am not worthy and yet I am constantly amazed of your love!

What kind of king deigns to throw his treasures to the lowliest of presents!

Especially this thief of virtue.

I am nothing else in my own powers!

Yet, you transform me into grace through grace.

How sweet the sound that saved a desperate, lonely, wretch like me.

I beg you to take all of my concupiscence – it is a hindrance to your love –

I no longer want to be burdened with it because of my own failure to fight for true virtue.

Let me fight in truth especially in the moments of the greatest desperation.

Amen

J+M+J

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