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.