Lord, I am sick of this dreary life. I do not ask for excitement or delight, but to have ever in front an undiminishing load of duty—I cannot bear it. Is there no relief? Day and night the thought of sacrifice is with me; it haunts my sleep, my waking hours are like a frightful dream. My heart is weary of the unchanging prospect. Fain would I be Thine, be with Thee, but conform, I pray Thee, the requirements of Thy law to my weakness. Such is the temptation.
Jesus, loving Lord, teach me to be faithful to my God. Thou too hast been overcome. Thou hast sweated blood. Thy soul has been sorrowful, even to death. Thy grief has been like a flood—Ah Jesus, Thou dost not answer! Temptation
oppresses Thee and Thou prayest. Since then Thy lips do not reply to me, I too will pray.
- Pere Chassay