"My heart melts at the love of Jesus,

my brother, bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh,

married to me, dead for me, risen for me;

He is mine and I am his,

given to me as well as for me;

I am never so much mine as when I am his,

or so much lost to myself until lost in him...

Make me fruitful by living to that love,

my character becoming more beautiful everyday

If traces of Christ's love-artistry be upon me,

may he work on with his divine brush 

until the complete image be obtained

and I be made a perfect copy of him,

my Master."

-The Love of Jesus, Valley of Vision