Oh my Jesus, your love is not yet satisfied, and to give us an even more certain sign, you allow a soldier to approach you and piercing Your Heart with a lance, he rips your Heart, making you shed the last drops of Blood and water still there enclosed.
My Jesus, will you not allow this lance to hurt my heart, too?
Ah, yes! May this be the lance that hurts my desires, my thoughts, my heartbeats, my will and that gives me your will, your thoughts and all your life of love and immolation. Heart of my Jesus, ripped open by this lance, wash all souls, be a refuge for all hearts, a rest for all who are distraught.
It is from this wound that You make the Church be born, your beloved bride, hence the Sacraments, hence the life of souls. By virtue of this wound and of Mary Most Holy, our most sweet Mother, I ask you to close all in your most loving Heart .
Oh Jesus, I thank You for everything, and in the name of all, I raise to You a hymn of eternal and infinite thanksgiving.
(Luisa "The 24 Hours of the Passion")