* written to be read aloud *
{When I come to the table}, all I bring is dirty hands and messy hair and questions.
And you delight in every stain, every strand, every wandering thought.
I come to the table hungry and expectant for your food and your face.
Your smile,
your laughter,
your shalom.
You are faithful. You are fun.
But there are those other times too.
(And you still love me???)
Those times when I come to the table full and despicable. "I already ate and I don't want your bread! And your cup is bitter!" Shaking fists. Why? Why? Why?
And really the only reason I'm there is because if I thought for one second you didn't care,
I would overturn the table.
And walk away for good.
But you do care.
And you heal me every time.
Thank you.
I like your table. And your food. And your face.
Clean me up, make me beautiful, and quell my fears.
You can have my best.
You are my best.
{When I come to the table}, all I bring is dirty hands and messy hair and questions.
And you delight in every stain, every strand, every wandering thought.
I come to the table hungry and expectant for your food and your face.
Your smile,
your laughter,
your shalom.
You are faithful. You are fun.
But there are those other times too.
(And you still love me???)
Those times when I come to the table full and despicable. "I already ate and I don't want your bread! And your cup is bitter!" Shaking fists. Why? Why? Why?
And really the only reason I'm there is because if I thought for one second you didn't care,
I would overturn the table.
And walk away for good.
But you do care.
And you heal me every time.
Thank you.
I like your table. And your food. And your face.
Clean me up, make me beautiful, and quell my fears.
You can have my best.
You are my best.