Do grant, oh my God,
that when my lips
approach Yours to kiss You,
I may taste the gall
that was given to You;
when my shoulders lean against Yours,
make me feel Your scourging;
when my flesh is united with Yours,
in the Holy Eucharist,
>make me feel Your passion;
when my head comes near Yours,
make me feel Your thorns;
>when my heart is close to Yours,
make me feel Your spear.
— Gemma Galgan