Luke 14:12-24
Me, he compelled me to come to his master’s banquet
A banquet I have always only heard and seen
Seeing my dirty clothes and filthy shoes, I think to decline
Decline an offer that I’m unworthy to partake in
Come, freely partake in my master’s banquet he begs again
Again, I decline. I share that I am unworthy
Unworthy to step foot in a home so great
Unworthy to fix my eyes on things I could never obtain for myself
Unworthy to partake in a banquet that I could never prepare for other to come
“Come, for everything is now ready”
Ready for you to join
Join freely, my master expects nothing in return
I step into this home so spectacular I never thought I would set my eyes on it
Dirty, unclean, filthy, impure
Surely my presence will come as a shock
Somehow, I expect the host to request my absence
He sees me, I do not recognize him, but I know that he is the one who incited me
He greets me with his smile wide
He assures me that my presence is no mistake
He says there is a seat for me
I sit at his table with men and women who look like me
Unworthy, dirty, unclean, filthy, impure
No one here could repay this man for what he’s giving
Yet, somehow I know that he doesn’t desire or expect to be repaid
Food and drink, he abundantly gives
My cup overflows
He asks me to come again
He tells me to invite others
Freely you’ve come, now freely you may give
