There is Always a Place at the Table

He’d gotten used to living
On the outside looking in
Lonely was his only constant friend.




So when the invitation came
That clearly bore his name
He hardly could believe the words he read.



There is always a place at the table
There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
Your place is set each time the family gathers
It will never be the same til you’re home.

She’d made so many choices
That had torn her life apart
And hurt the very ones she loved the most.

She didn’t even know where someone could begin
Until she got this message from the host.

There is always a place at the table
There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
Your place is set each time the family gathers
It will never be the same til you’re home.

Come home, come home.
My child, come home.

There is always a place at the table
There’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own
Your place is set each time the family gathers
It will never be the same
It will never be the same
It will never be the same til you are home.

 

BACA:   Sweet Hour of Prayer #1




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