Lord prepared a feast
And guests are many.
Where the sun sleeps
the rain and the wind.

Terrible lions guarded
Like stars the morning
Impossible as unreal
What it is worth to be.

The many were invited
My heart well pleased
dears you are the gifts
That do not bother with.

Just a bless havin near
Like the book of pages
For the tale to find to be
Writen done set a peace.

Lord prepared a feast
And the tables are rich
And the time is a still
And place out of reach.

If chance youve wasted
Theres another seven be
If way was seventh did
Another seven and seventy.

Not a sinner nor is a sin
To starve when hungry
brothers responsibility
What his brother to feed.