Слезное моление в субботу вечером 2-е

Your grace, O Lord, has granted me to say to You: as the only Good One and Creator of us all, forgive the iniquities and sins of Your servant, sinful and unappreciative. I know, Lord, that I exceed all men in sins, but I have for refuge the all-surpassing abyss of Your mercies. I am sure that You accept and have mercy on everyone who comes to Your goodness and, as the Forerunner, the Lord, You see the heart of the one who comes and, like a merchant who arrived with great wealth, You accept the one who comes with all your soul. For You desire to see repentance and rejoice in the diligence of Your servants who struggle. Grant me, Thy unworthy servant, tears, so that with an enlightened mind, with love and faith, I may beseech Thy incomparable goodness and be healed from my hidden wounds. So, show me, and Your compassion will appear on me, poor one. Spare me the torment I deserve. May Your grace be preached, as always and everywhere and on countless multitudes of the careless, and on me. And just as You filled the waterpots with Your blessing, so fill my heart with Your grace and Your goodness. A compassionate mother, rejected by her child, does not despise it, Lord, because she overcomes her mother’s compassion. We often see something similar to this in birds, as well as in livestock. You created them all, O Lord. But they will not come to the Judgment, and I will be punished even for an idle word, for an evil thought and for lust itself. Meanwhile, as quickly as pleasure presents itself to me, I immediately and suddenly forget everything and, like a madman, servilely succumbs to all sin; vain, angry, relaxed, lazy, absent-minded, gluttonous, sensualist, covered in filth, I wander every hour and don’t understand it. The manifestation of Your grace, O humane-loving Master, brings delight, silence, tenderness; whether you like it or not, save me, O most kind and loving Lord, according to Your great goodness. You might be interested in: