It is the Table of the Lord

IT IS THE TABLE OF THE LORD
©Biz Gainey, 2013
 
I sit as a guest
At a table not my own.
Though a comfortable discomfort
I am welcomed;
I am known.
Helplessly;
Wonderfully;
Lovingly;
I’m Home!
 
Those who dance adorned in splendor,
Those who sing the soul to render
One who did so gasp.
Humble, ready, now surrender.
 
And how the wine does flow;
Oh and how the wine does flow!
 
I sit as a guest
At a table not my own.
Sights unseen, the eyes astound
Sheer light caresses in the wind;
 
His touch arouses that most hidden
He invites all who dine;
Come in.
 
Gowned august and robed as royal
Found without fault or blight;
To dine in His presence with each other
Life tastes of sheer delight.
 
I sit as a guest
At a table not my own.
To reach, to take, so easy
The lavish feast I’m set before.
Yet I sit in silence
Humbled;
By the host whose eyes now bore
Such warmth into my core;
 
Hands extended though all striving ceased
Before this food that lay me bare;
Whittled!
Chisled!
Free indeed!
At His abundant fare!
I see you though you see me not
All ye who long to dine
Your eyes betray your real dis ease
Scream, “Invite me” . . .
As though that place were mine.
 
Memory of this moment my thoughts
Stored on His mind;
He speaks with silent voice
I hear with ears un seen;
Reminded in His dear presence
We must all be invited
by the King!
 
For I dine with others still
Not too different or alike;
Guest gathered at His table
In this company we so delight.
 
Release is what’s required
To feast so lavishly yet rare;
Surrender joy to He whose joy
Is magnified in this fine fare!
 
I sit as a guest
At table not my own.
This day we dine together
Here in this space of peace;
 
Where heart, soul, mind and body

Taste freedom’s true release.