The Feast
Come take your place, at the table, at the feast, if you're able
It's not a race, this is a place, to be broken and come undone
Everyone's waiting, to take the bread and drink the wine
It's taken an awful long time, to get here, and no one wants to leave
So fold your hands, hang your hat on a stand
Take your weary body to rest
Leave the storm outside, come in where it is dry
You and your kind are welcome
Take your last tired breath, this is a place where you can rest
She will hold your weary soul
So fold your hands, hang your hat on a stand
Take your weary body to rest
The day is done and you're coming home to sit beside the fire
The roads been long but it's over now I was always by your side
The winter winds have blown your way n' filled your face with lines
But oh dear soul you have a place until the end of time
The crumbling world, that you filled with worth
Will lay softly back into the earth, from dust to dust we will go
Let those deeds fade, forget your blessed name
Wash yourself clean in the rain
The day is done and you're coming home to sit beside the fire
The roads was long but it's over now I was always by your side
The whisper winds have blown your way n' filled your face with lines
But oh dear soul you have a place until the end of time
So fold your hands, hang your hat on a stand
Take your weary body to rest
Writer/s: Em Joy
