How much you love me!
You loved me so much
before you died for me,
that you wanted to die for me.
And now you have died for me,
and willingly suffered what you could.
And now all your bitter pain
and all your hard labour
is turned into everlasting joy and bliss
for me and for you.
How could it now be
that I would pray to you
for anything pleasing to you
which you would not gladly grant me?
For your delight is in my holiness
and in my endless joy and bliss in you.
– Julian of Norwich, Showings, 24