A PRAYER TO JESUS,
Jesus! You are my true Friend, my only Friend.
You take a part in all my misfortunes;
You take them on Yourself;
You know how to change them into blessings;
You listen to me with the greatest
kindness when I relate my troubles to You,
and You have always balm to pour on my wounds.
I find You at all times;
I find You everywhere,
You never go away:
if I have to change my dwelling,
I find You there wherever I go.
You are never weary of listening to me,
You are never tired of doing me good.
I am certain of being beloved by You,
if I love You; my goods are nothing to You,
and by bestowing Yours on me,
You never grow poor;
however miserable I may be,
no one nobler or cleverer
or even holier can come between You and me,
and deprive me of Your friendship;
and death, which tears us away from all other friends,
will unite me forever to You.
All the humiliations attached to old age,
or to the loss of honor,
will never detach You from me;
on the contrary, I shall never enjoy You more fully,
and You will never be closer to me
than when everything seems to conspire against me
to overwhelm me and to cast me down.
You bear with all my faults with extreme patience,
and even my want of fidelity and my ingratitude
do not wound You to such a degree
as to make You unwilling to receive me when I return to You.
O Jesus, grant that I may die praising You,
that I may die loving You,
that I may die for the love of you.