The Feast

Come take your place, at the table, at the feast, if you’re able

It’s not a race, this is a place, to be broken and come undone

Everyone's waiting, to take the bread and drink the wine

It’s taken an awful long time, to get here, and no one wants to leave

So fold your hands, hang your hat on a stand

Take your weary body to rest

Leave the storm outside, come in where it is dry

You and your kind are welcome

Take your last tired breath, this is a place where you can rest

She will hold your weary soul