Open your heart, allowing me to enter, to console it and grant you my peace.
Open your ears, stepping away from the outer noise, for I have wanted to speak to you in various ways, but you place barriers that prevent my voice from being heard by you.
Do not let that small light go out, which burns in your heart, because there are moments when it wavers from side to side, running the risk of being extinguished, leaving your soul in total darkness.
Let me take the oars of your boat and guide it toward my spring, soaking the arid soil of your heart.
Focus your gaze on my torn Body and my dislocated bones on the wood of the cross.
The light of my eyes has lost its luster, the beauty of my face is disfigured, and my heart is grief-stricken.
My hands and my feet are motionless, pierced by thick nails.
Lend me your hands, not to receive, but to give; not to despise, but to praise; not to revile, but to forgive.
Lend me your feet, walking in the direction of the lost sheep, leading it back to my fold, bringing it out of dark valleys to be led into oases of peace.
Lend me your eyes, to be the light for spiritual blind who stumble in the dark, falling abruptly by not seeing my rays, which are the beacon that leads them toward the true radiance.
Lend me your heart, for Mine has stopped beating, its movements ceasing, dilated by pain.
I desire to fill your hearts with love, hearts petrified by lack of love.
I earnestly long to dwell in the hearts of praying souls who have known how to make of them Tabernacles for true love.
Lend me your head, for Mine is shattered by the thorns of my crown, to create a new way of thinking in humanity, directing their lives toward true Life, to change your disastrous ideas that lead you to spiritual suicide.
Adore my lifeless Body, yet with my living Heart, demonstrating to you that life does not end there, for it is a real beginning to true life.
How many of you are the living dead, since physically you exist, but spiritually you lie within rotten tombs.
Cry out with a loud voice the Hallelujah of my Resurrection and the Hosanna for my Eucharistic presence until the end of the ages, for I will not leave you orphans; I will always accompany you in the sweet prison of love.
To Agustín del Divino Corazón