O Good Lord, who pities the afflicted of heart to the extent that You would even die so I could have life, cast Your Gaze upon the sorrows that taint my heart , past and present, and pity the soul that has come to stand before You. I come asking You for Peace, for Joy, for Life and for Life to be Full. You, O Prince of Peace, Whose only longing is to heal all souls and hearts that ever existed, Whose Heart is ever consumed with Love for afflicted souls, heal me so I can love and be loved .
You carried all the sorrows of mankind on Your Back during Your Sacred Passion, O Lord Jesus, and so You know my burdens. Your carry them on Your back as Your own sorrows and burdens. I lay my aching heart on Your Good Shepherd's Heart. Who can heal me? O Good Lord who can refuse no request made of You in virtue of Your Passion, You must heal me, and You must continue to heal me because who else could carry these sorrows? Who is like God? Who else can recreate my life but the One who created it? Work on me and work through me. Work in union with me to make my life whole, please, O Good Lord Who only desires our happiness.
I beseech You, by the merits of the great, open Wound in Your heart , torn open by Your Love for all souls who have ever lived and who exist now, torn deeper still by our suffering: close the wounds in my heart. Make me strong again. Look upon my heart with Your Great Mercy and heal the pain of my memories, so that nothing that has happened to me will cause me to exist in this pain and anguish. Come and free me, Merciful One, from all anxiety.
Gently touch my heart tonight while I sleep and every night forever more. Remove from it stabs and wounds and scars. Carry my heart in Your Gentle Hands - I offer it to You because You are Omnipotent, Your touch is life . There is no place You go or exist that Peace does not also dwell. Come, then, Great Lord: fix me .
Kind and Patient Love, O God, Who found for a parable of Your Kingdom of Peace a mustard seed, which, You said, at the time of its sowing, is the smallest of all seeds on Earth. Yet once it is sown it grows into the biggest shrub of them all and puts out big branches so that the birds of the air can shelter in its shade. How wonderfully this parable plays with my imagination! Please let this prayer be like the little mustard seed! I offer you all the souls in my heart's memory. Please heal them, too, and fill them with Your Light so that their souls become beautiful beyond comparison in Your Hands. In turn, I offer You the souls in their hearts' memory, so that, by Your Good and Generous Hand, the effect of this tiny prayer may be large beyond what I think is even possible. I do not ask this of You without faith, but like a little child who has never seen a seed blossom into a shrub before and cannot imagine how it will happen, but who trusts their Parent when He says that it will happen, and eagerly looks forward to its blossoming. Please grant to us all Your precious gift of Peace and Joy.
Please heal the hearts of those who bring darkness into my life and those lives that I have darkened as well. Heal us of the psychological harms that seem to have ravaged us in our early years and from the crippling effect that they cause throughout our lives . Heal me from injuries that are so entrenched in my life that I don't even notice the burden they cause me. Bring me the brightest and fullest of lives, which I also ask for those I know so we may be joyful together.
Must I forgive those souls who have harmed me in order to have their burden lifted from me? O God, Fountain of all Goodness and Peace , this task seems impossible for me to complete. I give this hardship to You, who carries our burdens. By Your Love, You must do this. If I truly must forgive to get out from under my pain, then I want to forgive; but I do not know how. I still feel their pain in my heart. You came to forgive those with an afflicted heart; therefore You must come and forgive. You must make me forgiving and peaceful.
Lord, You are Omniscient. You know how many hairs there are on my head, how many cells make up my body, how many times an hour my heart beats and all the wounds that have ever afflicted. Heal, then, Good Jesus, the intimate wounds that cause me physical illness. I offer You my heart, already broken so many times . Accept it, Lord, purify it and give me the sentiments of Your Divine Heart. Keep it and make it strong. Help me to be able to love.
Heal me, O Merciful and Compassionate Lord, from the pain caused by the death of my loved ones, which is oppressing me . With Your Omnipotent Hand, grip my own heart with Your Everlasting Peace - never remove Your Grip of Peace. Grant me peace and joy . Instill in me as profound a sense of Hope as any soul has ever been blessed with; I ask this on the merits of Your Own Love which cannot be defeated. Fill my soul with Light , claim my soul as Your Victory that no matter what sorrows I have experienced, I may still be loving and joyful and peaceful . Do this for Your Own Glory, Good Lord, by Your Own Love, and maintain me in Your Grace for all my days.
I have placed my heart in Your Eternal Hands, on Your Eternal Heart, all my burdens on Your Omnipotent Back and asked You to fulfill Your Promise of Peace and Life . O Lord, you see the sorrows of my life, but also, too, You see my dreams that beat and exist in my very heart, given to me by You when You created me. Because You are Eternal and Omnipotent, and nothing is impossible for You , I then unite the deepest dreams of my heart to Your Heart so that they may become reality. Your Perfection is beyond comprehension and so I am filled with joyful anticipation because surely my dreams will be realized in splendor and joy beyond what I can imagine.
I look forward to the day when I will be able to unite the joy of my heart to Yours in thanksgiving because it will be filled with the joy that You have bestowed upon my life.
You are God and all things are born from You, to return to You; I therefore ask these things through Your Sacred Heart and by Your Holy Passion, and by the tears that Your Mother, who loves You beyond all telling, for the glory of Your Love, which is Beautiful and Pure and Unconditional beyond all imagination and hope.