Words of Saint Paul of the Cross:
Oh good Jesus, how swollen, bruised, and defiled with spittle do I behold Thy countenance!
O my Love! Why do I see Thee all covered with wounds?
Oh infinite sweetness, why are Your bones laid bare? Ah, what sufferings! What sorrows!
O my God, why are You all wounded?
Ah, dear sufferings! Dear wounds!
wish to keep you always in my heart.”