(CHJ, page 75.)
Father, behold the suffering of your Son, Jesus. I lift him up to you. Although I'm weak and don't have much to offer by myself, dear Father, your Son's merits are infinite. So, behold, to your Son's suffering, I unite my own, and I ask you to save all those poor, unrepentant sinners who have no one else to pray for them. Yes, Father, I believe that your Son's infinite merits can accomplish this.
