Lord Jesus Christ our God, by Your sufferings appease my suffering, for Your Wounds heal my wounds. Your body that stretched over the shaft of the Cross deploys to You my mind that crush the demons. Let Your holy hands pierced with nails m'arrachent the abyss of perdition. Thy face that got slapped and spit illuminates my face dirty injustice. I have no broken heart to go looking for you, nor repentance, nor tenderness. I have no tears to pray to You. My mind is darkened, my heart is cold, I do not know by the warm tears of love for You. I've given up. Do not forsake me. I moved away, You, be with my research. Lead me in Thy pasture, among the sheep of Your flock.
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