Prayer of Repentance for Those Who Can't Repent

Sweetest Jesus, my Lord and Master,

through your holy Passion you have healed my evil passions,

and through your sacred wounds you have cured my sinful wounds.

Grant me contrition,

purify my body with the fragrance of your life-giving body,

and cast out the bitterness with which the enemy has fed me.

Lift up my earth-bound mind to you and take me out of the pit of perdition.

I have no sincere repentance.

I have no true contrition.

I have no consoling tears to lead me as a child of God to my spiritual inheritance.

My mind has been darkened through worldly passions.

I cannot look up to you in grieving remorse.

I cannot warm myself with tears of love for you.

But, Lord Jesus Christ, treasury of blessings,

grant me to seek you through repentance and a diligent heart.

Grant me your grace and renew in me the form of your likeness.

I have forsaken you, but Lord, do not forsake me!

Come out to seek me, lead me to your pasture,

number me among the sheep of your chosen flock,

and nourish me with the food of your sacred mysteries,

through the intercession of your all-pure Mother and of all the saints.

Amen.

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