From a Higher Table
Seasons, years, Thanksgivings pass
While empty chairs increase.
So thankful for the loved ones here,
And for those our Lord released.
These were called to a greater feast,
To dine with saints of old.
Gathered 'round His glory
What grandeur there unfolds!
Today, I cherish every name,
Penned in the Father's book.
Melancholy and joy remind:
Not one is overlooked.
The fewer the people around this table,
The more I yearn for the day
When all as one, we'll feast forever
Where none shall pass away.
Ours is a wonderful day of thanks,
Rejoicing with all who are able.
Theirs is heavenly paradise known,
Looking down from a higher table.
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