I say to Jesus: Lord, I am just an ignorant child, I am blind, my foot hurts, I am weak. I come to you to see, I come to you to be able to walk again, to gain strength and have life within me. Have mercy on your child, his nature is stained, pride has defiled him… Come, come and give me strength, I am afraid that the lion will swallow me. Come, your gaze heals me and everything will be yours again. Your single glance is life, it holds magic! Take my heart, my soul: unite them with yourself and offer them to the eternal Father. Without you I am naked: clothe me; I am unclean: wash me!
(St. Mary of the Crucified on the disposition of her soul when approaching the Lord's table)
