This is the trial of souls who are particularly loved by that Jesus who was pleased to experience all the fear of that moral tempest in the desert, the garden, and Calvary. Every soul that wants to be saved must undergo something of that mysterious storm because every predestined soul must resemble Jesus. Well then, haven’t you chosen Jesus as your portion?
-St. Pio of Pietrelcina
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.