There’s a feast in the Kingdom, a banquet so grand,
With delights beyond dreams in a far better land.
But folks pass it by, with a shrug and a grin,
Not seeing the joy they are offered within.
They say, “I’m quite busy, I’ve work I must do.
I have other plans, and they don’t include you.”
So the Master says, “Go! Find the lost and the lame.
Invite those forgotten, to come just the same.”
Some people feel rich and need nothing at all.
They can’t see their hunger or hear Heaven’s call.
But the poor and the broken, the ones pushed aside,
Will jump at the chance to sit by Jesus’ side.
An invitation’s no treasure if it’s cast on the floor,
If it’s tossed in a pile or ignored at the door.
It must reach the heart. It must speak to the soul—
To show them God’s love, his goodness, his goal.
The problem’s not God. His offer is right.
But sometimes the message is lost in the night.
We fumble and stumble and muffle our voice,
Forgetting that sharing is more than a choice.
We must tell the story with care and with art,
With words that will open a skeptic’s heart—
Not fancy, not forced, but simple and right.
Life shines so much brighter when God is in sight.
A letter unopened, a word left unsaid,
Leaves hearts in darkness when light should be spread.
How will people know of this beautiful grace,
If no one will go, if no one enters their space?
So go to the highways, the streets, and the squares.
Delivering the message that Jesus really cares:
The feast is still waiting. The door’s open wide.
There’s plenty of room at the table inside.
God’s wisdom will guide us. His Spirit will lead,
To find the right words to speak to every need.
His invitation is perfect. His welcome is true.
The question remains: Will he send me? Or you?
