Classic Poem

There is no voice but it is born of Me
I am there is no other God beside
Before Me all that live shall bow the knee
And be as in a fiery furnace tried
Warn them for I have told thee of my love
Bid them prepare my supper to attend
Thou has heard him who cometh from above
Let them receive thee for I am your friend
Though they have scorned the servants that I sent
Year after year within each stubborn breast
Let them give back the vineyard I have lent
Them yet another year to find my rest
And sent my son let them thy word receive
And in The Christ that in thee speaks believe.