Who Sits at Your table

June 2011 They sat at our table ...
These folks from our ministry were eating at our table as we often do on Sundays with those who can stay. I'm also reminded of a man that was hitchhiking through our town recently (Vincent) - who also in a figurative sense sat at our table ... because I took him some food. I also shared the gospel with him in tract form. Who sits at your table so to speak? With whom did Jesus sit at times? What about the time before He would give His life as ransom for the world .. and for them?

"Who is at your table?"

Who is at your table?
When the day is new
When the sunshine rises
When the day is through
Who stops in to share with you
When you’re feeling down
Who is there when you look up
And see those who are gathered ‘round

Jesus, who was there with you?
When the day was through
Sat and ate and listened
When your Passover was new
I would have listened Savior
When you broke bread with those few
I would have listened as you prayed
And shared the wine at the table too

You shared your table
With some men that day
Men who did not know why
Men who face their greatest trials
Men who would watch you die
One would betray you,
Another who would deny
Some would run away
When you left the upper room
Some would never fully see
Until the empty tomb

Jesus, you sat at the table
Knowing who was there
Aware of every circumstance
Of the stillness in the air
You knew that when you left the room
And the men would run away
That you would die for all of them
By the end of the next day

Who sits at my table?
When the thoughts go flashing by
When we do not know the hearts of men
And our own would question why
Jesus you brought to my table
People who would share
And maybe listen to my heart
As I breathe their names in prayer

Keep my table and my heart
Open for all to see
The heart that beats along with yours
Does not belong to me
For you sit at the head of the table
Give my heart an open view
So when others think they see the likes of me
May they really be seeing you.
David Brunner