There is no sacrifice of love thatís wasted,
No brotherís tears forgotten by the Lord.
A sisterís prayers and mothersí supplications
Will sheathe the bitter, and the vengeful sword.
Godís Son was sent to be the bridge once broken
Ďtwixt God and man since Adamís sin was sown.
Christ spans the gulf that no manís deeds, or goodness,
can satisfy the Law, or Sin atone.
O Shepherdís heart, in loverís tryst thatís quenchless
--what fire burns so fiercely, and so true?
It climbs the trackless heights, and scorns the greatest danger
To pluck from death--is that lost lamb you?