The party’s set, the lights all glow,

a table rich with cookies show.

But in the middle of the night,

Christ says that something’s still not right.

 

‘Invite the poor, the blind, the lame,

The ones the world forgets by name.

Throw wide the doors, and do not stall,

prepare a place, make room for all.’

 

Our feasts may dazzle every eye,

yet children hunger as they cry.

Will we extend our hands in grace,

And see in them the Savior’s face?

 

Not rank, nor wealth, nor grand attire,

But love alone is His desire.

The feast of God is mercy spread,

Where empty souls are warmly fed.

 

So this Noel, let no fence rise;

Extend your table far and wide.

In every face, may Christ appear—

God’s feast begins when love draws near.