all, your Divine Will beating in their hearts and in every
created thing. I beg You for love to the Sovereign Queen, to
perform the great miracle: to change the human will into the Divine
Will.
Seventeenth Hour
The soul follows Jesus in His miracles and asks Him to perform the
great miracle of resurrecting all souls in the Divine Will.
My Jesus, Friend, Master and Physician of men, for everyone You
have words of consolation and You do not hesitate to touch their
diseased limbs to heal them. All human miseries pierce your Divine
Heart and wound It. It is this degraded human will, that in
producing its worst effects, makes humanity so unhappy. That is
why You go dispensing miracles to call Your Divine Will to Reign in
the midst of Your creatures.
Eighteenth Hour
The soul follows Jesus as He enters Jerusalem and asks Him for the
Victory of the Divine Will over the human will. It follows Him
later in the institution of the Sacraments.
My Heavenly Love, I follow you with my “I love You” in the
triumphant entry You made into Jerusalem.
This entrance seems to
want to give me the joyful news that the Kingdom of Your Divine
FIAT will soon arrive on earth. My Love, I come close to You to
imprint my “I love You, I adore You, I bless You, I thank You” in
each of the Sacraments that you institute.
FOURTH PART
The soul follows the Incarnate Word step by step, makes its own all
these mysteries, envelops them in its love and offers them to the
Most Holy Trinity asking Them for Their Divine Kingdom. That is
why it follows Him from His Passion to His Death, goes with Him
unto Limbo, waits for Him in the Sepulcher, and asks of Him the
triumph of the Kingdom of His Divine Will in virtue of His Glorious
Resurrection. Finally, it follows Him in His Ascension to Heaven to
urge Him to reestablish the Kingdom of the Divine FIAT over the
earth.
Nineteenth Hour
The soul follows Jesus to Gethsemani and in the three Hours of agony in the Garden.
My Jesus, here in the Garden, everything makes itself present to
You: the sins of all men, the pains of Your Passion, each of which
bears the infamous imprint of the deadly weapon of the human will
that fights against a God. I want to comfort You, by making my “I love You, I adore You, I praise You” flow in every drop of Your
Blood, in Your every suffering, anguish and sigh. And before You
leave Gethsemani I ask you to assure me that the triumph of your
Divine Will will not be long in coming.
Twentieth Hour
The soul follows Jesus in the suffering of
His Passion to Calvary, and in His Death on
the Cross and prays for the Triumph of the Divine Will.
Jesus, my “I love You” follows You always and seals all Your
sufferings and Your spasms until Your last breath. By the pain that
You suffered
in being condemned to death free us from the death that we give to Your FIAT in our souls, make our will die to itself and let Your Divine Will resurge dominantly and form Your Kingdom in all our acts. Oh Jesus, now You agonize and are ready to take Your last breath, I beg You, for the atrocious pain that You suffered on the Cross, that You infuse in us a burning desire to live in Your Will.
Twenty-first Hour
The soul encloses itself in the sepulcher with Jesus to bury its will
with Him; it descends later to Limbo and asks with all those souls
for the Reign of the Divine Will.
My Love, now deceased, I seal Your tomb with My "I love You"
and I ask that You bury my human will in a manner that it will never
have the possibility to return to life. I follow You to Limbo, and
with surprise see that those holy souls rejoice; and, prostrating
themselves, adore You. But it seems that the celebration is not
complete because they all, in chorus say to You: "Sweet Savior, we
thank You for how much You have done and suffered for Love of
us, but now that You have redeemed us, fulfill Your Work: Make
Your Divine Will Reign on earth as in It does in Heaven.”
Twenty-second Hour
The soul witnesses how Jesus triumphantly leaves Limbo and asks
together with the Queen of Suffering and with all the souls of the
just that the Divine Will Reign upon the earth.
My Jesus, do You not hear the chorus of
