Everyone With Dirty Hands



There is a never-ending moveable banquet

A table prepared for everyone

When thunder cracks open the clouds

That is the sound of it

Being pulled over the floor of the sky!

And everyone is welcome!

Everyone

From every city

And every nation

Every tribe, every tongue

The banqueting table moves

And all are called to come!

The black sits beside the white

The devout sits next to the atheist

Believers in one thing

Believers of nothing

Believers of many things

And those who are not sure

The free

The slave man

The king

The servant

All,

All are called to come

Come and sit!

We are all,

All of us are brothers and sisters!

We sit at this banqueting table prepared by His hands

The Alpha and Omega

The Beginning and the End

Calls us as one

He who does not need our belief

He who does not need the righteousness of man

He who graciously lays food upon our plates

And says Eat!

Eat! Every last one!

You are all brothers and sisters!

He who sees no stain, no flaw, no fear

He who looks not for the righteousness of man

And only those who see their own righteousness

Cannot sit at this table

It is only those who have eyes only for their righteousness

Who will not come to this table!

They have no need for He who is I Am

They have no need for He who puts food on our plates

Without washing His hands!

They have no need for He who requires nothing of man

And counts their righteousness as filthy rags!

They have no need for He who only has eyes

For the righteousness of One Man- His Son

They have no need for a gift that is finished,

For a banquet that is said and done

But all of you!

All of you with dirty hands, come!

We need not wash our hands before we sup

At the never-ending

Moveable banquet



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