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Gift I love you, Lord, for you love me
and therefore was I made.
I long to give up being free
that I may be your slave.
I long to give you everything
that you have given me:
in giving all I find your will
and thereby become free.
To love you, Lord, with all my heart
is freedom, pure, supreme:
in giving this you give me all,
without this all is dream.


© Ralph Wright, O.S.B.
January, 1999