One season boxed up
the next on display save the
wadded up tablecloth
awaiting the day
it is washed clean
the last remnant of feasting
for tomorrow we fast
the good news of course is
the fast doesn’t last
like our tears it is wiped away
at the feast of the lamb
in the stable at the head
of the table on the throne I am
the one who is able
we fast the time past as we
wait for the feast with breath bated
we open the first door that is dated and
the door to our hearts opens just a bit more
we step through the season to
make it just right as the steps
of the season guide our hearts
through the night to the light
of the candles that shine on the hall
where the banquet is served
come one and come all
for the bridegroom has come - let us feast!
the night will be broken
the silence undone
every string will be tuned
every song will be sung
when the light of the king
shines beyond every shadow
with darkness consumed
by the glorious Son
and the bride and her groom
at last become one.
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