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“Loving and tender providence of my God, into your hands I commend my spirit; to you I abandon my hopes and fears, my desires and dislikes, my temporal and eternal prospects. To you I commit the wants of my perishable body; to you I commit the more precious interests of my immortal soul, for whose lot I have nothing to fear as long as I do not leave your care. Though my faults are many, my misery great, my spiritual poverty extreme, my hope in you surpasses all.”

St. Calude de la Colombiere