July 8, 1991

(To be read for Kansas City Prison; to the prisoners.)

behold, it is I, Jesus of Nazareth, that come upon you, speaking through this weak instrument;

I tell you: the world has not yet fully known the Peace I bequeathed to you, because the world rejected My Ways of Righteousness; I have said that in the world you will have trouble, but you are not alone, NEVER; I am with you every minute of your life; I am ever so present, beloved of My Soul; today I am sending you this instrument of Mine all the way to your doorstep; she has not come to you because she chose to, no, I chose to send her to you; and therefore what she reads to you is what I say to you;

– My little children, My Return is imminent, I will come back to you; Love shall return as Love; I have told you this now before it happens so that when you see the evidence of My Words, you may believe; come to Me, as you are, do not wait to be saints to fall into your Saviour’s Arms, come to Me as you are, and I shall forgive you your sins that bind your soul;

ah, creation, Mercy bends all the way to you; approach Me, do not fear Me; a man can have no greater love than to have given His Life for his friends; you are My friends; do not say: “what can I say? how can I speak? from dawn to night and night to dawn I cry aloud, yet no one hears my supplications, who will ever hear me?” but yet, I tell you, I, I the living God, heard you; it is I who come into your room to tell you with My Heart in My Hand: I love you, My child, and I bring to you My Blessings to flower in your heart;

My son, take My Sacred Heart, it is all yours; take this Heart that loves you, do not refuse It; I am He who loves you most;

look, My child, when you see footprints that are not Mine, do not place your feet into them, for they will only lead you to your death; My Footprints, My child, are showing I am barefoot, they are stained with My Blood and perfumed with myrrh; My child, the Five Wounds on My Body are wide open again and My Cloak is soaked in Blood; I am clad in sackcloth and in rags because of the iniquities and the sins of this generation, My Lips are dryer than parchment for lack of love; love is missing; since this generation heap one betrayal on another and lead Me unceasingly back to the Cross to be re-crucified;

it is you whom My Heart seeks – it is you who can console Me; it is you who can be a balm and soothe My Wounds; it is for you, My beloved, My Heart cries out to reach you; come, I, Jesus, shall bear you on My Shoulders and lead you into My House which is your House too;

befriend Me, befriend Me and I shall become your Holy Companion every single day of your life; I, the Lord, shall deprive no one of My Mercy nor of My Graces;

I bless you all from the core of my Sacred Heart; I, God am with you;