A heart I need, to soothe me and to bless,
A strong support that cannot pass away,
To love me wholly, e’en my feebleness,
And never leave me through the night or day.
There is not one created thing below,
Can love me truly, and can never die.
God become man – none else my needs can know;
He, He alone, can understand my cry.
A poem To the Sacred Heart by Saint Thérèse of Lisieux
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Hi, I’m Carol. I gather prayers from saints across centuries and occasionally write about navigating modern struggles with faith.

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