The devotion that everyone should do: the powerful prayer of thanksgiving

Glowing with love.

What thanks will I give you, O Lord, for what you deigned to come within me, and to communicate to me this morning your Body, your Blood, your Soul, your Divinity? May the Angels and Saints of Heaven praise you for me for your infinite goodness and dignity. Oh, when I see myself possessed by your love as a sign that I can truly say: You are my God, my love, my everything, and I am all yours? When will I despise all the things of this world until I desire nothing more than you alone? Nothing more now I crave more than love you and sit down, and never again do you not separate me, O life of my soul. Deh! let this fire always last, and that the pains with which you will like to try me never extinguish it. What do you want me to do, my divine flame, my sweet love? May all that I have loved so far turn against me, so that I may see myself obliged to turn to you? Yes, yes; I want to break it with all creatures, and have no peace but with you alone.

I renounce everything for your sake, I give myself to you, and I abandon myself entirely to you. Let me suffer what you like; the hardest cross will be sweet to me; provided that your love configures me, and you nail me your grace.

Cross love.

Teach me, O Lord, to carry the weight of my flesh so that I do not offend you, and never lose you. Teach me to suffer much for you who have suffered so much for me; and to esteem you infinitely more than all that is less than you. Let me not appreciate in the future any other loss, if not that of your grace, no other gain, if not that of your love, that I hate all that separates me from you, and that you love all that to you it approaches. Be You my only love, only the end of my life, of my desires and my actions. Let me look for you everywhere and always, for you to sigh, for you to join me; and that everything becomes unbearable to me that which does not lead to you; that all my feelings and thoughts are aimed at you alone and that I find no other delight, than in suffering for you, and in doing your will.

Lover worship.

And what could you have done more for me, my Savior, if I had been your God, as You are my God? I love this infinite love yes general and yes particular, yes ancient and yes new, yes constant and yes frequently renewed; I am filled with amazement, and I am forced to keep silent. Inflame, O God of charity, in-flame my chilled heart, so that I may know you and love you constantly.

Grant me, O Lord, that I find more pleasure in you than in all creatures, more than in health, beauty, glory, honors, might, wealth, science, friendship, reputation, in praise, more, finally, than in all the things you can give me, visible or invisible; for you are infinitely more lovable than all your gifts. You are the Most High, the Most Powerful, the Most Noble. You are the true Paradise: Paradise without you would be an exile. My heart can only find perfect peace in you. You know it, O Lord, and for this you invented such admirable means of dwelling in me, so that I may dwell in you. You look for me when I forget you; You follow me, when I also run away from you; You threaten death with me when I dare to separate myself from you.

Pain of love.

And can I continue to live as I have lived so far, oh my God? Can I think of so many of my faults, and before you confess them, without dying of pain? O infinite mercy! O infinite goodness! How many reasons you don't have to keep me away from you forever, to rush into the abyss of hell, to abandon myself to the hands of the tormenting demons! And that's what you didn't want to do. You stand me, wait for me, suffer even my contempt, my ingratitudes, for longing to see me return to you; on the contrary, you reach out to lift me. O life of my soul! What state am I in when I abandon you? I am then without light, without strength, without life, without love, very vile slave of sin and Satan. This is still little: I am without You, who are my God, my everything, my highest Good, my only hope, and this is he who constitutes the depth of my misery. Oh, if I had always loved you! Oh if I never offended you! Oh, if you were always the master of my heart!

Question of love.

Remove from me, O Lord, all that can distance me from you; land this wall that separates me from it, and the love that brings you down to me, moves you to destroy everything that you feel sorry for me. Rule my desires, my hopes, my strengths, my whole soul, my whole body, all my actions according to your divine will. You alone know me perfectly, You alone see the breadth of my miseries, since you are the only remedy. And you alone will always be all my peace, my comfort, my joy in the valley of tears, to then be my glory, as I hope, for all eternity.