Isaiah 13:2-3 On a bare hill raise a signal, cry aloud to them; wave the hand for them to enter the gates of the nobles. I myself have commanded my consecrated ones, have summoned my warriors, my proudly exulting ones, to execute my anger.
“Little children, you do not know, you cannot imagine what is coming to the world. In all of human history there has never been anything like it. A conglomeration of catastrophes—oh my children, draw near to me! The only safety is in the wound at my side, the fount of love and mercy. My children, you do not believe in my love, or you would do nothing outside of my holy will. My will is love alone. Yes, even in catastrophe, my love is active so that sin will not reign forever. My children, I am coming. Prepare your hearts. I am near.
O my Jesus, fount of love and mercy, draw me near. Remove from me everything that is contrary to your holy will. Jesus, merciful and loving Savior, I offer you also the souls you have given me to pray for, trusting in your goodness and infinite generosity. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I love you! Save souls!