Down at lonely table
far into the night,
I know that I am able
to fly so far from light.
So quickly do I fly
far away from good
Into dark and evil sky
to seek for deadly food.
But even as I soar
far away from you,
Loving mercy’s tender roar
calls to my soul, “Renew!”
But as my flight turns back
to the golden sun,
Sky with many minions black
hinders my homeward run.
Your mercies lift my wings
high above the fray.
Of forgiveness your voice sings
and calls me unto day,
And to a future feast
with your holy fare
Where all, greatest to the least,
dine with the Godhead there.
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