Final Feast

• Oh the mighty hand of God
• I never can resist,
• The compelling voice of Christ my King,
• Seldom ceases to bring me rest,

• His all consuming fiery love
• Convincing my heart to beat,
• His pure untainted words of life
• Penetrate each time we meet,

• Oh the seeing eyes of God
• That fix upon my state of humble dust
• His divine nature teaching me to trust

• OH the salty flavor he provides, the light that bids me come
• The trumpet sound I long to hear, summoning me home
• Oh the constant burn of joy and peace he pours upon my soul
• I cannot deny his living water that pursues me til I’m whole,

• His patience none can replicate
• Or the kindness he displays,
• Manifesting grace to me when I wander from his ways

• Oh the mighty hand of God on earth cannot be turned or weak
• He heals the lame, lifts up the poor and satisfies those who seek.
• How could I not believe that every act of love or hate,
• every deed of good or sin
• Cannot prevent or mystify he invites them- all come in

• Man thou hard of heart, flesh beset with greed, the wisdom of our mighty God
• Knows what each one need,
• He directs the winds and waves, He commands each bird and beast
• He will guide the ones he knows to join him at the final feast.