divine-mercy-in-my-soul

1002 The Lord‟s Supper is laid,
Jesus sits down at table with His Apostles,
His Being all transformed into love,
For such was the Holy Trinity‟s counsel.
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J.M.J.
With great desire, I desire to eat with you,
Before I suffer death.
About to leave you, love holds Me in your midst.
He sheds His Blood, gives His life, for He loves immensely.
Love hides beneath the appearance of bread,
Departing, He remains with us.
Such self-abasement was not needed,
Yet burning love hid Him under these species.
Over the bread and wine He says these words:
“This is My Blood, this is My Body.”
Although mysterious, these are words of love.
Then He passes the Cup among His disciples.
Jesus grew deeply troubled within
And said, “One of you will betray his Master.”
They fell silent, with a silence as of the tomb,
And John inclined his head on His breast.
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J.M.J.
The supper is ended.
Let us go to Gethsemane.
Love is satisfied,
And there the traitor is waiting.
1003 O Divine Will, You are my nourishment, You are my delight. Hasten, O Lord, the Feast of
Mercy that souls may recognize the fountain of Your goodness.
God and souls.
Sister M. Faustina
Of the Blessed Sacrament
Cracow, March 1, 1937.
1004 O will of the Omnipotent God,
You are my delight,
You are my joy.
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