When I scourge you with my sins
But then ask you for forgiveness,
Your most treasured blood
Trickles like tears into my heart;
When my thorny sins crown you,
But then I tell you that I’m sorry,
Drops of your royal red blood
Sink soothingly into my spirit;
I fail you again and again and again,
Yet when I sincerely surrender
My whole heart and soul to you,
Your beautiful blood and water
Spill from your open wound
Into the Chalice of Divine Mercy,
And my thirsty soul drinks in the
Sweet new wine of the Spirit.