milk flows so sweetly
There's honey from the rock
Oh how Jesus loves to feed
His loving, humble flock.
seated there at the table
Come unto Him, feast and dine
Oh how His love does flow
When He fills this heart of mine.
The table is gracefully
Each place mat one of a kind
Its golden threads are woven
Engraved there, your name you'll find.
are of purest white
Embossed with a golden rim
The glowing linen napkin gently folded
For Jesus' return to earth again.
Oh to be
seated next to our King
Where all is invited and welcome there
Here you'll find purest sweet savor
When served by Jesus' hand of care.
No one has
to leave hungry
For there is an endless supply
But you must be seated at His table
For only in Jesus salvation does abide.
If your day
And your heart's bowed low
You'll find comfort dining at Jesus' table
And eating from God's unbroken, golden bowl
Here you'll find solace for your soul...
None Other Than
Mother Jerusalem's Table
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