Dinner Time

One of my favourite times of the day is dinner time.
I look forward to it from about 2pm and save my appetite.
I really love food. Particularly a good steak with beer batter fries, salad and a lager. Mmmm... Bliss. Or roast lamb with plenty of tasty veges - can be any medley as long as it includes kumara. I also thoroughly enjoy anything with chicken. Dinner <3
 I love having dinner with people. I love spending time with the ones that I care about over a delicious meal. It's a time of closeness and laughter. It's a time of silliness and happiness. It makes my day.

Psalm 23 says that God prepares a table for us. He performs customs of honour and invite. He wants to hang out with us. I mean, it's obviously an analogy, God's not literally going to make us all a big meal.... But He wants to spend time with us and refresh us, to give us what we need. And when we're with Him in Heaven we can feast with Him. That's pretty darn cool if you ask me.
I've been reflecting on this and wrote a song about it. God wants to make my day. He wants to be silly with me and make me laugh. He wants to give me what I need. RAD.

This song basically talks about shifting tables. From the table of nothingness and lifelessness to God's table.
The chorus is kind of like conversation with God. Then the second chorus is kinda joining with Him in inviting other people to eat with us. There's hope in Him. I choose to eat with Him.

So here's a really average recording of the song that I did on my dictaphone which was sitting on top of my piano - hence the obnoxiously loud piano. Ignore the mistakes haha, kinda tricky to make it perfect in one take with a tired, overused voice. But you get the idea. So here's the vid and lyrics are below. Oh and the picture is the view from my dining room window. Eat with us?

Lyrics:

I won't sit at your table

anymore.
'Cause all I ate was death,
and all you offered me
was lifelessness.
Now I've been invited
to sit with the Author.
He anoints my head
with the finest of oils.
Now I've been invited
to dine with the Author.
He washes my feet.

There is hope in surrender,
in life that is offered -
it's Yours for mine
it's mine for Yours

There is hope in surrender,
in life that is offered -
it's beauty for ashes,
love for hate.

There is hope in surrender,
in Your life that is offered -
it's dancing for mourning,
boldness from shame.

There is hope in Jesus,
in the life that is risen,
it's love for the broken,
freedom from chains.


Love and peace
Christy