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The LORD has prepared a table for me
In the midst of my enemies

Wisdom calls and beckons me
For she furnishes this table
Constructed in the center of seven pillars

She sends me forth as a maiden
To cry out loud
All the words she is sayin

The seven spirits of the LORD
Usher forth
Already seated by spirit in heavenly places
His power graces
To forsake folly
and come and dine

Upon a table prepared with holy wine
Bread of His flesh divine

Where flesh and spirit divide
Revealing all that is inside
Mirror of His word
Discerning all that is heard

The sword in His mouth
Utterly cleans out
Anything of flesh
Until nothing more is left

Only Him and His word
At a table prepared
Worthy of kings and priests

His spirit releases understanding
Come My Bride

Come and Dine

Psalm 23
Proverbs 9

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