I have made a banquet for the Lord,
To my Jesus, I’ve prepared a feast.
All the food is cooked to perfection,
Exquisite drink is ready to be drunk.
Then I heard a knock at the door,
From outside, there was a tapping.
I opened my door and there was a beggar,
Before me stood a man in rags.
“Please sir,” the man pleads,
The poor man cries of his hunger.
“May I have some food?” he begs,
“This feast for the Lord may I have?”
My heart is filled with compassion for him,
The poor man’s pleas touch my soul.
I invite him to come to fill his emptiness,
The beggar ate and was satisfied.
He thanks me for my generosity,
He praises the Lord for His many blessings.
As the beggar leaves, I wait for my guest,
With eagerness, I watch for the Lord Jesus.
Will the Lord come to the banquet prepared for Him. This narrative poem will continue next Wednesday. May the Lord bless you.