Where O God, is the man you created to be like you? I look in the mirror and all I see is my miserable self. Is this really what you want? Lord, you have humbled me time and again. Will I ever learn? I would that my constant repentance would bring about true fruit. The Psalmist sings that you desire purity in the inward parts, but is that what you see? All I can feel is a broken heart. Is the Sacred Heart of Jesus, given to me at baptism, aching? I know the heart of the Lord was pierced by a lance at Golgotha. Will that blood and water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus, be my salvation? Lord, hearken unto my cry. O Lord, make haste to help me.
Amen.
The Rowdy Hobbit 