Come, come to the banquet,
Come, come to the feast: Here the hungry find plenty, here the thirsty shall drink,
Here at the supper of Jesus, come to the feast.
Like the child whose fishes and loaves Fed the multitude,
in the Lord the little we have Broken
and shared, becomes abundant food.
'Til the seed is given to earth, it is just one grain,
But once sown, its death brings new birth,
The harvest is rich; what's lost is raised again.
In the stranger by our side, in the least and last,
In the thirst for justice we share,
Christ is here in the breaking of the bread.
