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Hello, I'm Father Joe Roche of the Marian Fathers of the Immaculate Conception.

Thank you for joining us as we continue with our year-long journey, reading the diary of

St. Maria Faustina Kovalska from beginning to end. Today we take up from where we left off, beginning with Diary Entry Number 1629.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I am a host in your hand, O Jesus, my Creator and Lord,

silent, hidden, without beauty or charm, because all the beauty of my soul is imprinted within me.

I am a host in your hand, O divine priest. Do with me as you please. I am totally dependent on your will, O Lord, because it is the delight and adornment of my soul.

I am like a white host in your hand, O God. I implore you, transform me into yourself. May I be wholly hidden in you, locked in your merciful

heart as in heaven. I am like a host in your hand, O eternal priest. May the wafer of my body

hide me from human eye.

May your eye alone measure my love and devotion, because my heart is always united with your divine heart.

I am like a sacrificial host in your hand, O divine mediator, and I burn on the altar of Holocaust, crushed and ground by suffering like grains of wheat, and all this for the sake of your glory, for the salvation of souls. I am a host abiding in the tabernacle of your heart.

I go through life drowned in your love, and I fear nothing in the world, for you yourself

are my shield, my strength, and my defense.

I am a host laid on the altar of your heart, to burn forever with the fire of love,

for I know that you have lifted me up solely because of your mercy, and so I turn all these gifts

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