Jesus was suddenly standing before me, stripped of His clothes, His body completely covered with wounds, His eyes flooded with tears and blood, His face disfigured and covered with spittle. The Lord then said to me, The bride must resemble her Betrothed. I understood these words to their very depth. There is no room for doubt here. My likeness to Jesus must be through suffering and humility. See what love of human souls has done to Me. My daughter, in your heart I find everything that so great a number of souls refuses Me. Your heart is My repose. I often wait with great graces until towards the end of prayer.
-St. Faustina Kowalska
O Lord, reprove me not in your anger,
nor chastise me in your wrath.
Have pity on me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my body is in terror;
My soul, too, is utterly terrified;
but you, O Lord, how long…?
Return, O Lord, save my life;
rescue me because of your kindness,
For among the dead no one remembers you;
in the nether world who gives you thanks?
I am wearied with sighing;
every night I flood my bed with weeping;
I drench my couch with my tears.
My eyes are dimmed with sorrow;
they have aged because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping;
The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord has accepted my prayer.
All my enemies shall be put to shame in utter terror;
they shall fall back in sudden shame.