I am not moved, my God, to love You
by the heaven You have promised me.
Nor am I moved by the dread of hell
to cease, out of fear, from offending You.
You move me, my God; it moves me to see You
nailed to that cross and mocked.
It moves me to see Your tortured body.
It moves me to see the anguish of Your death.
In sum, Your love moves me in such a way
that even if there were no heaven, I would love You,
and though there were no hell, I would fear You.
You do not have to give me a reason to love You,
because even if I were not hoping for all I hope for,
I would love You the same as I love You now.
-attributed to various authors
-attributed to various authors
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