Sweet Jesus! For how many ages hast Thou hung upon Thy Cross and still men pass Thee by and regard Thee not!
How often have I passed Thee by, heedless of Thy great Sorrow, Thy many Wounds, Thy infinite Love!
How often have I stood before Thee, not to comfort and console Thee, but to add to Thy Sorrows, to deepen Thy Wounds, to spurn Thy Love!
Thou hast stretched forth Thy Hands to raise me up, and I have taken those Hands and bent them back on the Cross.
Thou hast loved me with an infinite love, and I have taken advantage of that love to sin the more against Thee.
My ingratitude has pierced Thy Sacred Heart, and Thy Heart responds only with an outpouring of Thy Love in Thy Precious Blood.
Lamb of God Who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on me.