At Your Table

At Your table Lord there we drink and eat

At Your table sinners have a seat

At your table Lord we can eat our fill.

Weary pilgrims who will seek your will.

At Your table, we are able

To come and dine with You

We will come and sup and drink Your cup

And eat your bread until we are filled up.

In this weary land, we'll no longer stand

But will sit and eat the meal made by tour hand

Yes, we'll come inside and with You we will abide

Our hunger and our thirst you have supplied

At your table Lord we remember all You've done

And we raise a toast to the honor of God's son

At your Table we will evermore abide

At your table we are able to abide

Anthony Foster

April 1, 2006