That Love Is the Answer Worthy Be, His Lamb

Bypassing mercy as compassion and these things should not be left undone ? Enveloping love's heart shall it fail oneself to grasp; turn away from tears, this light Their lives, be dreams we omit ? Yet even creation's puppies do eat, the crumbs which fall Aneath, His, childrens tables: time's husbandman, and what branch can thrive nor survive apart Beauty's vine this breath of life a furnace, they say ? Who made me a judge over you anyway; show or tell... When truth lies bleeding in such hands left weeping atop, their open sepulchres ? I know not what I shall be; but I do know.