“Today bring to Me
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.
