child penetrate deeper into My Wounds, listen to My Heartbeats ... My fondness for you has become folly to the extent that I want you now to participate with Me My Passion, love Me as I love you; My Passion is repeated everyday; every single day I am dragged on the road to Calvary by those who do not follow My Path any longer; My agonies are multiplied when I see My children heading into the eternal fire, My Heart sinks into intolerable pains to watch so much ingratitude on this earth; My Body is scourged unmercifully;

I suffer; yet I had filled their houses with good things, I had given them My Peace, I loved them and still love them to Passion and yet from these very ones I am crowned with a wreath of thorns; I stand before them like a Beggar with My Heart in My Hand pleading them, but instead of a kind look, they mock Me, they spit on Me, they jeer at Me, they strike My Head and they lead Me with violence to the Mount where they recrucify Me; I waste away slowly and My Blood is poured out without cease; I am being recrucified everyday by sinners; I need to rest, will you let Me rest? take My thorned Crown, My Nails and My Cross ... have you nothing to tell Me ?