"After Thanksgiving"

A Blast From The Word
By Sandra Rhynes
Revelation 22:17
17 And the Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" And let him who thirsts come. Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.


“After Thanksgiving”

After Thanksgiving, my belly I pat
And wonder in amazement where I put it all at
I gobble and gobble all the day long
On turkey leftovers—is that wrong?

After Thanksgiving I think in my mind
How thankful I am for all of the kinds
Of food that we had and all those sweets
Oh how I dream of that banquet table of treats

There’s another Banquet Table I see
I dream of this table for you and me
The Table is long, with lots of chairs
The Patriarchs of yore are sitting there

Someone else is watching, watching
For all who are serving, serving
Bidding for His Bride to enter in
“Come,” He says “Come,” again and again
My yoke is easy and my burden is light
I wait for you tonight, tonight, tonight…..