It challenges my heart
When I'm reminded that
The first place he led me to was the table
Why would a King invite me here?
Would He eat with me or would He leave?
Insecurity and anxiety
Fiercely scrawled questions on my heart
Until His presence at my side spoke rest to my soul
A weighty comfort settled
And I leant into it
This Father Friend
This Royal Lover
Wanted to remain
And his invitation to me
Was to do the same
Every breath my lungs had ever held
Was placed inside only to be released before the King
As a deep and trusting, 'Yes'
My acceptance at his bidding to dwell at the table
And after all this time
Whether it's been a day or a forever
This one thing I have discovered
Sitting with the King was all the nourishment
My heart ever required
