I am not moved, my God, to love you
By the heaven you have promised me.
Neither does hell, so feared, move me
To keep me from offending you.
You move me, Lord, I am moved seeing you
Scoffed at and nailed on a cross.
I am moved seeing your body so wounded.
Your injuries and your death move me.
It is your love that moves me, and in such a way
That even though there were no heaven, I would love you,
And even though there were no hell, I would fear you.
You do not have to give me anything so that I love you,
For even if I didn’t hope for what I hope,
As I love you now, so would I love you.
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