"Today bring to Me the Souls who have
become Lukewarm, and immerse them in the abyss of My mercy. These souls
wound My Heart most painfully. My soul suffered the most dreadful
loathing in the Garden of Olives because of lukewarm souls. They were
the reason I cried out: 'Father, take this cup away from Me, if it be
Your will.' For them, the last hope of salvation is to run to My mercy."
Most compassionate Jesus, You are Compassion Itself. I
bring lukewarm souls into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart. In
this fire of Your pure love, let these tepid souls who, like corpses,
filled You with such deep loathing, be once again set aflame. O Most
Compassionate Jesus, exercise the omnipotence of Your mercy and draw
them into the very ardor of Your love, and bestow upon them the gift of
holy love, for nothing is beyond Your power.
Eternal Father, turn
Your merciful gaze upon lukewarm souls who are nonetheless enfolded in
the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. Father of Mercy, I beg You by the
bitter Passion of Your Son and by His three-hour agony on the Cross:
Let them, too, glorify the abyss of Your mercy. Amen.

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