Christ The Mendicant

A stranger, to his own
He came; and one alone,
Who knew not sin,
His lowliness believed,
And in her soul conceived
To let Him in.

He naked was, and she
Of her humanity
A garment wove:
He hungered, and she gave
What most His heart did crave-
A mother's love.

by John Bannister Tabb

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