A daily confession
A merry heart makes my countenance cheerful,
but by sorrow of the heart my spirit will be broken
A merry heart does good like a medicine,
but a broken spirit dries my bones
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to my soul,
and health to my bones
I shall not die, but live and declare the works of the Lord
For the grave can’t praise You, death can’t celebrate You,
but the living shall praise You Lord, as I do this day
I will praise Thee, car je suis terriblement et merveilleusement fait
into Your image
I thank you, for You are with me, You are on my side,
I will not fear; what can man do unto me?
You have not given me the spirit of fear,
mais de pouvoir, d’amour et de bon sens
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear:
because fear has torment.
He that fears is not made perfect in love
I will love You, my Lord, Mon dieu, avec tout mon coeur, and with all my soul and with all my mind
I will love my neighbor as myself and yes, I shall also love myself
You have loved me, therefore I will also love my neighbor.
You dwell in me and Your love is perfected in me, therefore I shall love my neighbor
I will keep myself in Your love oh God, by building myself up
in my most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost
(Scriptures used in daily confession: Genèse 1:27, Psaumes 118:6,17; 139:14, les proverbes 15:13; 16:24; 17:22, Isaïe 38:18,19, Matthieu 22:37.39, 2 Timothée 1:7 Jude 1:20, 1 John 4:11,18)
