Once, after an adoration for our country, a pain pierced my soul, and I began to pray in this way: “Most merciful Jesus, I beseech you through the intercession of your saints, and especially the intercession of your dearest mother, who nurtured you from childhood, bless my native land. I beg you, Jesus, look not on our sins, but on the tears of little children, on the hunger and cold they suffer. Jesus, for the sake of these innocent ones, grant me the grace that I am asking of you for my country.” At that moment, I saw the Lord Jesus, his eyes filled with tears, and he said to me, “You see, my daughter, what great compassion I have for them. Know that it is they who uphold the world.” (Diary 286)
My Response: O Jesus, these little innocent children that you told St. Faustina uphold the world, are being murdered every day. Have mercy on us and our country; for as you said from the cross, we know not what we do.