Dear Heart of my Jesus, Most Sacred, Most Blessed, You are my refuge, without You I’m bereft. If ever You’d stop beating, in rhythm with mine, my heart would stop in an instant, in a blink of an eye. If I could not make of You my home, listless and cursed I’d eternally roam.

I love You more than life itself, more than songs can sing or emotions feel. You are my true and only wealth, I love You so much it seems surreal. Is there a Heart more beautiful than Yours, the Heart that made the Amazon Rainforest, the Heart that made the sand and seashores, and plentiful people more beautiful than those?

Is there a Heart more true and faithful, than that which gladly suffered the nails, took the scourge and bore the cross, suffered it all not counting the cost, only concerned that my soul not be lost? Is there another Heart that can say, it gave everything for me, gave it all away, not sparing even one single drop of its blood, but spilled it all for my eternal good?

There is no other Heart that I can adore. Dear Heart of Jesus – You have won me, I am Yours. No other heart can claim all my love, than the One who came down to earth from above. No other heart took on poverty, laying down His riches, to make me rich like a king, anointing me, with the oil of gladness, graces beyond anything I could’ve imagined.

He placed a need in His Heart for my love. Mine! This wretched, miserable little worm! He made Himself vulnerable to the wounds, that I would inflict with my ingratitude. But no more Jesus, never again, may my indifference lead You to suffer like that. No more Jesus, will my heart offend, by leaving You afflicted, alone, and sad. I want to love You more than anyone has, so let me console You, by loving You with all that I am.

What do you want Dearest Heart, Divine? For me to be a saint? Your wish is now mine. I will not consider Heaven or Hell, only what You want, and how to best love You well. I will lay aside my own agenda, thinking solely how to send You, many sweet hallelujahs.
And to love You more, more than I can, I offer You Yourself, living in this man.

So touched by the Trinity, my heart, divinized, will love You with Yourself, Your contentment to devise. So let me be Your comfort, let me be Your rest, and my heart, though poor, be the place You like best. Let my soul be the temple, where You are adored, an oasis where Your Heart is somehow restored, and all my love for You is outpoured. Dear Heart, my Jesus, You will always be my Lord! +