--- and this is love, that knows no place to rest,
lies homeless in the shelter those provide
that honour God, and call his service best,
drawn to the man of sorrow’s gaping side;
and this is love, that cares not for his needs,
but trusts unseen the God that he proclaims -
only concerned to do his Father’s deeds,
and letting others choose between the names
that prophecy has given those to come.
Is this Elijah? Prophet, coming King,
Lion of Judah, healer of deaf and dumb?
Is this the one of whom the angels sing?
But this is love, that chose to take our woe,
and rose, forgiving those that laughed, below.