Where There Is Injury Let Me Sow

What Does The Poor Man Do At The Rich Man's Door, The Sick Man In The Presence Of His Physician, The Thirsty Man At A Limpid Stream? What They Do, I Do Before The Eucharistic God. I Pray. I Adore. I Love.

I Therefore Command All My Brothers, Those Living Now And Those To Come In The Future, To Venerate The Holy Mother Of God, Whom We Always Implore To Be Our Protectress, To Praise Her At All Times, In All Circumstances Of Life, With All The Means In Their Power And With The Greatest Devotion And Submission.

Here Is One Of The Best Means To Acquire Humility; Fix Well In Mind This Maxim: One Is As Much As He Is In The Sight Of God, And No More.

Nothing Can Tend So Much To Humble Us Before The Mercy And Justice Of God As The Consideration Of His Benefits And Our Own Sins. Let Us, Then, Consider What He Has Done For Us, And What We Have Done Against Him; Let Us Call To Mind Our Sins In Detail, And His Gracious Benefits In Like Manner, Remembering That Whatever There Is Of Good In Us Is Not Ours, But His, And Then We Need Not Be Afraid Of Vainglory Or Of Taking Complacency In Ourselves.

Grant Me The Treasure Of Sublime Poverty: Permit The Distinctive Sign Of Our Order To Be That It Does Not Possess Anything Of Its Own Beneath The Sun, For The Glory Of Your Name, And That It Have No Other Patrimony Than Begging.