You left us Yourself in the Sacrament of the Altar, and You
opened wide Your mercy to us. There is
no misery that could exhaust You; You have called us to this fountain of love,
to this spring of God’s compassion. Here
is the tabernacle of Your mercy, here is the remedy for all our ills. To You, O living spring of mercy, all souls
are drawn; some like deer, thirsting for Your love, others to wash the wound of
their sins and still others, exhausted by life, to draw strength.
--St. M. Faustina Kowalska
of the Blessed Sacrament,
Divine Mercy in My Soul
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