The outstretched wings of thousands of angels in flight,
glowing golden in the sunlight,
holding bowls of fruit ripened for the banquet,
singing of His love and glory
and generosity for humanity.
A long white linen table as far as our eyes can see,
it goes on and on with no end,
adorned with traditional foods of every nation.
Who invited the world's hungry?
Who multiplied the bounty?
Always it is the Lamb of God who sits at the head of
the table, His radiance so brilliant,
as the world's children sit down with their families,
the harvest reaped, and
as the myriads bow their heads in thanksgiving,
their bellies will feel the pain of hunger no more.