For today, we share the notion,
That a child born long ago,
Called us home,
To live as children;
We hear our names,
We're not alone.
Gather round, sit at our table,
Stretch your arms,
Increase expand;
Bless our children,
Bless our parents,
Count our blessings while we can.
For today, we share in living,
That the notion from long ago,
Called us home,
We are the children;
We heard our names,
Never alone.
Gather round, sit at our table,
Stretch your arms,
Increse expand;
Bless our children,
Bless our parents,
Count your blessings while you can.
Borne on the promise of a notion,
On the promise of a seat,
By our Love and our Devotion
To the Living Son, our Living Feast.
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