It's another Friday night...and I just came back from an 'all-of-a-sudden-call' for practice. While waiting for the group's turn to practice, a few of us were sharing about a friend who was once so active in youth activities but had eventually left her faith after high school. It's been years now and out of the blue we heard word that she was 'inquiring'. As I was listening to the Heritage Singers, this song stuck out this evening. Ya, we've come face to face with crossroads in life and probably it (they) had led us away from the faith we once had, yet I think that God still holds us dear in His heart no matter what we've been through or what we've done. He is there waiting. . .waiting for us to take our place at the table.
Happy Sabbath everyone and may you be blessed by His presence in your life...
He's gotten used to living, on the outside looking in, Lonely was his constant friend. So when the invitation came that clearly bore his name, He hardly could believe the words he read.
There is always a place at the table, there's a feast that's now waiting all your own, Your place is set each time the family gathers, it would never be the same til you're home. (Come home, come home, my child come home...)
She's made so many choices, that had torn her life apart, And hurt the very ones she loved the most, She did not even know where someone could begin, until she got this message from the host.
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