You prepare a
six-course dinner in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head. My
cup brims with your blessing. Your
beauty and love chase after me, every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of God, for the
rest of my life
You prepare this table for me, not that I may
brag and wave your goodness in front of the faces of those who hate me. But rather so that they may see your goodness
and thus return to you s the lost sheep that they are.
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