Come, Lord, prepare your table
in sight of all the foes,
where Cain embraces Abel
and lambs can trust the wolves,
where truth is one with kindness
and justice kisses peace.
O Shepherd, seek and find us
and lead us to that feast.
For we have walked in shadows
and lost the saving way.
Lead us to restful meadows
and everlasting day.
Come touch the ears we've deafened,
that we may her your voice.
Revive the hearts we've deadened
with reasons to rejoice.
Oh, there is yet a table
where Abel sits with Cain—
your living bread they're breaking
beyond the reach of pain—
where hungry ones and thirsty
can taste the love divine,
where you pour out your mercy
and fill our cups with wine.
Kate Bluett 