There's a Thanksgiving feast that
is fit for a king
And it's being prepared in the heavens, above.
huge table is spread with unleavened bread.
But, the main course of
this dinner is love.
The wine, being served to each saint sitting
Will be finer than the best chardonnay.
The Lamb passes His
cup as each saint takes a sup,
As a gentle reminder of the blood that
Oh, what a feast that surely will be,
As the angels
sing softly, "The Lord set us free."
Then, the saints join in, with
that great angel band,
Rejoicing and praising that sweet Son of
I can't even fathom what beauty so rare
As a Thanksgiving
feast, with the Lord sitting there.
At the head of the table, with His
crown of pure gold,
Such an awesome Thanksgiving for our eyes to
© 2004 by Vickie Lambdin
Art work by DANNY HAHLBOHM
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