Classic Poem

The voice from heaven crying in the night:
" My soul is weary of My lonely throne;
Unloved is He who owns the world alone
In sole, supreme, and solitary might.
One crowning wonder yet remains to do;
Behold, I make this mean and crumbling clod
The loved and lover of Almighty God,
Almighty in power, almighty in loving too.

" Behold I call My creature, even thee,
The poor, the frail, the sinful, and the sad;
And with My glory, I will make thee glad;
Come unto Me, My friend, come unto Me!"

Even so the voice from heaven. I heard and came,
And veiled my face, and plunged into the flame.