My intellect puffs with pride,
but as I kneel before Jesus
hanging on the cross,
I am cut by contrition
as if by a crown of thorns;
then, the blood of Divine Mercy
cleanses my corrupt soul,
and I am born again.
My hot veins boil with anger,
but as I kneel before Jesus
hanging on the cross,
I am punctured by penitence
as if by knife-like nails;
then, the water of Divine Mercy
purifies my putrid soul,
and I am born again.
My heart throbs with envy,
but as I kneel before Jesus
hanging on the cross,
I am stabbed by sorrow
as if by the soldier’s lance;
then, the light of Divine Mercy
floods my foul soul,
and I am born again.