The door is open the table is set. Everyone’s invited to be a guest. Some hear the music, but never come inside, they make their excuses, and go on with their lives/ Just round the corner the other side, many people, from all different walks of life. Their running to, a place where they’ve been told they can quench their thirsts with living water for their soul// If this house can’t hold them all, tear down the wall. Make room for the great and for the small, tear down the wall. There is always space enough, every nation tribe and tongue. So tear it down, tear down the wall// Freedom is flowing and peace inside. Revelation, healing body, spirit, mind. Becoming new, putting off the selves of old. Where the feast they consume, puts flesh to their dry bones// He came for those who were His own, and yet His own did not receive. And still the son has made the father known. Blessed are we, when we believe//
