Out of the travail and pain of our striving, Bring unto Thee the perfect prayer
by Pyracantha
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Summary
What a lovely surprise this fic is! Please please go read it! It's just a treat.Title from Sacrifice by Frederic ManningLove 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 trumpetsSounding exultantly.But the mean things of the carth Thou has chosen, ecked them with suffering;lade them beautiful with the passion for rightnessStrong 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 lipsBe stopped with earth, and songless.Yet we shall have brought Thee their praisesBrought unto Thee the perfect prayer:For the lips of no man utter love,Suffering even for love's sake.
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