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.

This could have been you and I
You and I nursing our wounds of love
Thence a great wreck awaits ashore
If we had started a journey with nothing assured
This could have been our great little ship
Blown away by just a mighty gentle breeze
Like thus which gladens the trees
This could have been us living in mistrust
Of what is wrong and who is first
I stayed aloof of thoughts which haunts
My emotional being it could likely distort
Thoughts of a great wreck at the big open sea

Yes I love, but if you tear
I'll live for good, I swear
You swear?
I think you dare

Your pompous self reveals only now
I see how
Mr Giver love to help the low
Ah, I see how

Your friendship currency flow
To grace the feeble hand so
Now you swear
No, no my dear

Friendship's more, I fear
And again I beg no care
Never think you favour my fare
For we both count, we are a pair

Your stay gladens me, likewise mine
Needs no shoulder raised, better sign
Cos man even how fine
Be a stead to cover fine
So, no more, no swears