It matters not the menu When feasting with the Lord For the soul is being Nourished by His every Word. When serving I'm recieving, When recieving I am feasting, On and on ~ so it goes My soul will ne'r go hungry For I'm feasting with my Lord. You will not find a schedule When the Saints of God are fed For it's when our need is great To His table we are led. He has set out before me Exactly what I need It was planted years before In my heart ~ a seed. Now He's prepared a meal from it That my soul may feed. It matters not the menu When feasting with the Lord For the soul is being Nourished by His every Word. Author: Leola Boyd © 11 May 2006 Fill out your e-mail address to join our mailing list! Hosting by YMLP.com mw