Psonnets of Worship
Why Am I a Wedding Guest?

No field, no yoke of oxen, neither wed,
why has He counted me among the kind
of wedding guests the King would want to find?
Does He not call the rich and better fed
to come partake of wine and meat and bread?
Yet when He called, in vain did I remind
Him I was poor and maimed and halt and blind,
for grace and love compelled me in their stead.
The King prepared a wedding for His Son
and has invited to His tableside
from highways and from hedges everyone,
and wedding garments I could not provide
were given me, and when I put them on,
the Son beheld me as His chosen Bride.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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