Dinner at a loathed tax collector's home
Around the opulence sat his guests
A prostitute, a cheat, and Jesus too
Pharisees looked through the window to jest
Could a man like Jesus dine with sinners?
A man of morality near outcasts?
Jesus sought them to forgive wrongdoing,
Inviting them into a friendship that lasts
A family that does not discriminate
This motley crew was welcomed to a plate
To drink and feast on His intimacy
No one rejected was the rate of acceptancy
"No one" of His own in particular
We who know we shouldn't be invited
And don't deserve a seat at His table
For our crimes in the Judge's book cited
Though we are unable to repay Him
For what it cost to unlock heaven's door,
He still opens His arms like eagles' wings
When we seek, knock, and His presence implore
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