The following reflection is called 'Your Love For Me' and the author is unknown
Lord, we thank you for the poverty, the pains and the passion that you suffered for me. You slept in a manger that was not your own. You cruised on a lake in a boat that was not your own. You were buried in a tomb that was not your own.
Your holy fingers made the meadows, yet they produced the thorns that crowned your head. You made the forests, yet they gave the tree upon which you hung. You made the sky, but it darkened over your head when you died.
And it was for love of me that you suffered all these. Your love is so great, so vast and so mighty that I could count the leaves of the forest tree, or the sparkling drops of dew at sunrise but never could I tell the depth of the love you have for me. Thank you for your love and help me to walk with you each and every day.