Congregazione

Figlie Maria SS. Corredentrice

Fr. Vittorio Dante Forno

Prayers

LOVE FOR JESUS IN THE EUCHARIST

Jesus, Lord of Love,

You who have wounded my heart;

Jesus, my God,

You who feed me on yourself;

Quench my thirst with the water

That flows from your breast,

While I bring my thirsting, dry lips

Closer to your Heart,

Which I have wounded by my sins.

I am hungry, I am thirsty,

O Jesus, my God;

Yes, I am hungry and longing for your love,

And this is what consumes and destroys

This poor heart of mine,

Full of emptiness.

So I embrace You

And I cling to You in my spirit.

Finally… You will come to me,

Bread that descends from Heaven,

And will remain in me!

You will accept the repentance

Of a contrite heart

That bows before you in its emptiness.

You will kindle in my soul

The fire of your love,

You, my Lord of Love,

Who have wounded my heart!

TO  JESUS  ON THE CROSS

My Crucified Lord Jesus,

Love, filled with disgrace because of my sins,

Living humility in the rent flesh

Of your wounded, lifeless body:

I well know, and I confess,

I am not worthy of your love and forgiveness.

I can see in the pride of my spirit

the executioner of your sinless flesh.

I can see myself twisting, with my own hands,

the crown pressing your forehead!

Thousands of thorns pierced it, O my Lord,

As many as my proud thoughts.

With spits and blows

I covered your lovely face, O my Lord!

My arrogance, my vanity and presumption,

Which degraded you in this way, O my Goodness,

nailed your hands and feet to the Cross,

and pierced your heart…

And you fulfilled, in supreme humility,

the great mystery that repaired human pride.

I contemplate you, my Crucified Jesus,

my Love, in the humility that atoned for my pride!

Dissolve, O my Jesus, in bitter tears

these eyes and this heart of stone.

O Love, who became humility for loving me,

cover with your same dishonour

this proud I, that still offends you,

so that, in the humility of my sorrow,

I can fall in love with the humility of your passion;

so that I will demand nothing nor ask for nothing,

but be glad for every contempt and every insult;

neglected, forgotten, abandoned,

alone, but with you, upon yours Cross, my God;

happy for every disgrace and every torment,

in order to repair all my pride, O Lord,

and to fill myself with your humility, O my Jesus,

O Love, become humility for loving me!