Out of the travail and pain of our striving, Bring unto Thee the perfect prayer

by Pyracantha

Summary:

What a lovely surprise this fic is! Please please go read it! It's just a treat.

Title from Sacrifice by Frederic Manning

Love suffereth all things, And we,
Out of the travail and pain of our striving,
Bring unto Thee the perfect prayer:
For the lips of no man utter love,
Suffering even for love's sake.

For us no splendid apparel of pageantry—
Burnished breast-plates, scarlet banners, and trumpets
Sounding exultantly.
But the mean things of the carth Thou has chosen, ecked them with suffering;
lade them beautiful with the passion for rightness
Strong with the pride of love.

Yea, though our praise of Thee slayeth us,
Yet love shall exalt us beside Thee triumphant,
Dying that these live;
And the carth again be beautiful with orchards,
Yellow with wheatfields;
And the lips of others praise Thee, though our lips
Be stopped with earth, and songless.
Yet we shall have brought Thee their praises
Brought unto Thee the perfect prayer:
For the lips of no man utter love,
Suffering even for love's sake.

Notes:

• Inspired by Lamb by Peonyscones

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 13 of Covers