 May I never sense that I am far from you, Jesus. You are in my soul in grace if I haven't kicked you out. And you want me to understand who I am. I am a child of God. Can I cry out to you? Yes. Will you hear? Of course. Yes. May I never feel I am alone. The sense of divine fiation must be close to me. Jesus, send me that grace that you won for me for the cross.