Come to the banqueting table...
and feast.
Feast on protions of truest, purest love.
Feast on light and truth.
Among all the saints, the Bridegroom walks...
light emanates from His robes of Righteousness.
Every eye watches Him.
His feet blaze like fire,
His eyes burn with consuming love,
passionate kisses sweet like honey fall from His lips to ours.
Oh, this is the banqueting table.
This is the life of love.
Beside me sits my enemy,
the one I had not loved.
Her eyes they are soft and lovely,
forgiving and knowing all truth.
Beside her sits her enemy,
the one she did not love.
And each of us experience the same:
On Earth we separated and severed the Bride,
at His table we are One.
A holy, lovely, pure Bride we are,
feasting with the King.
He sings a song of passionate love to us,
and gives us everything.
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