The following selection is from The Friendship of Christ, written by the English convert to Catholicism, Father Robert Benson, around 1912. This particular selection is from a poem that he includes in the beginning of his book, saying only that it originates from an old manuscript.
Let me tell you how I made his aquaintance.
I had heard much of him, but took no heed.
He sent daily gifts and presents, but I never thanked Him.
He often seemed to want my friendship, but I remained cold.
I was homeless, and wretched, and starving and in peril every hour;
and He offered me shelter, and comfort, and food, and safety;
but I was ungrateful still.
At last He crossed my path and with tears in His eyes
He besought me saying, Come and abide with me.
Let me tell you how He treats me now.
He supplies all my wants.
He gives me more than I dare ask.
He anticipates my every need.
He begs me to ask for more.
He never reminds me of my past ingratitude.
He never rebukes me for my past follies.
Let me tell you further what I think of Him.
He is as good as He is great.
His love is as ardent as it is true.
He is as lavish in His promises as He is faithful is keeping them.
He is as jealous of my love as He is deserving of it.
I am in all things His debtor, but He bids me call Him Friend.