O Jesus, I come before you at the beginning of this day.
I gaze at your face,
I look upon your side
pierced by the lance.
Your wounded heart speaks to me
of God’s love poured out for us.
Take, Lord, and receive my heart;
the words of faith that I speak,
the works of justice that I would do, my joys and sufferings.
When I come to the Eucharistic table,
gather my offerings to your own, for the life of the world.
At the end of the day,
place me with Mary, your mother,
and for her sake take me to your heart. Amen.