Beyond all time and space,
is the instant of God's mercy;
upon which all creation stands.

It unravels in the soul,
who seeks to understand the cross;
and there,
becomes a bed for the sick.

The wounded, they cry out,
their cries do not go unheard;
and the longer that they cry,
the more blessed they become.

The mystery of human suffering,
perhaps the greatest of all mysteries;
written on the hearts of God's people.

Gabriel the Archangel,
deliver these words to mine.

Yahweh, I come to You now,
in the name of Your Son;
Jesus who is called, "The Christ,"
and ask,
Divine Mercy for me and mine.

That though we are wretched,
and though we offend You;
have mercy upon us,
suffer us, Father,
instill us with the grace of Mary,
and the deepest cup of humility.

To bring glory to Your name.

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