" Sit At My Table "

I was down and out, but willing and able,
Met this man with a beard, sitting at a table.
He said, sit down and talk, as he started to lead,
Spoke so profusely, as if a book that he reads.
Said if I follow, no more worries indeed,
Sit down at my table, all sins I set free.
Take off that mask, only open eyes can see,
Grab my hand and listen, your the lock, I'm the key.
This one book I'll explain, some think it's a fable,
You'll have everlasting life, if you sit at my table.
Told me, he was close to an angel, he was a hero to you,
If you don't come to my table, you'll never have a clue.
I read about him in articles, clear vision to see,
The world's brightest angel, was sitting in front of me.
We flew to a mountain, free of any rope or cable,
Jesus Christ offered his hand, come sit at my table. Kw-Vp
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