Josemaría Escrivá Obras
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How pitiful are those crowds — high and low and middle class — who live without ideals! They give the impression that they do not know they have souls: they are a drove, a flock, a herd.

Jesus, with the help of your merciful Love, we will turn the drove into a levy, the flock into an army, and from the herd we will draw, purified, those who no longer wish to be unclean.

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