Clamouring Banquet Poem by Phil Daniels

Christians want the banquet table right now
No crumbs, just the best, don't care how
No suffering just the joy, joy and more joy
When will You deal Who will destroy

Don't cast your pearls before the hogs
What is Holy don't give to the dogs
They shout and they scream
We are worthy of the cream
No humility in this kind of scene

So who are the hogs
And who are the dogs
Those who deny and accept a lie
Who hate the reproof
From the reprover they fly
Unhumbled, head still held aloof

For whom has the banquet table been set
The ones who Christ invited, the ones He has met
The poor and lame
The ones He won't blame
The halt and infirm and blind
These are the ones to whom He'll be kind

But you who think
You've earned it already
Are down the plug, the hole in the sink
For everything's spinning
You're feeling quite heady
The furnace is stoked
The fire is ready

26/7/02