There is no sacrifice of love that’s wasted,
No brother’s tears forgotten by the Lord.
A sister’s prayers and mothers’ supplications
Will sheathe the bitter, and the vengeful sword.
2
God’s Son was sent to be the bridge once broken
‘twixt God and man since Adam’s sin was sown.
Christ spans the gulf that no man’s deeds, or goodness,
can satisfy the Law, or Sin atone.
3
O Shepherd’s heart, in lover’s tryst that’s 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?