Table For Two
Okay you non-believers and gym shoe creepers listen up, open your ears,
I’m preparing a reservation for all of us, (that’s you, just so we’re clear).
It will be a spectacular event for the world to behold,
However, it’ll only be for two, so let’s “Rock and Roll”.
Each and every single person on earth,
That’s everyone, since the very first birth,
Shall get the thrill of a lifetime,
No need to rush, there will not be a line.
All will be the guest,
You shall sit down with one of the best.
Jesus will be the one who will sit across from you,
Don’t forget to tie your gym shoes.
On the menu is a fabulous feast,
Unfortunately, there won’t be anything for anyone to eat.
This is a reservation that must be fulfilled,
Believe me when I say, it gives Jesus a mighty fine thrill.
The reservation is concerning “your eternal resting place”,
Not everyone who arrives, has a smile on their face.
Before even sitting down,
A sinking feeling is in the pit of your stomach, and it makes a grumbling sound.
No one can ever escape this fate,
In front of you will be a empty plate.
They’ll be a verdict written on a note, it will be face down,
At the close of the conversation with Jesus, you can turn it around.
Wherever the note sends you, is where you will go,
There will not be another alternative, you can’t say no.
“All My Children”,
Where should I begin?
Long before today,
I’ve attempted to find a way,
Of notification to let you all know,
You’ve all been a part of “My Worldwide Show”.
“All My Children”,
That’s what you’ve been.
Since Adam and Eve and what they found,
After that big boo-boo in the Garden of Eden, they were heaven-bound.
After they disobeyed me and I kicked them out,
For the rest of their long and fruitful lives, they did, scream and shout.
They both knew what a big mistake that was done,
And also knew, they’d meet my son.
I told them both, they had a place in heaven,
And that they would prepare rooms for the following brethren.
They began, after I kicked them out,
Creating a family who would begin to scream and shout.
They raised all their children in the glory and name of God,
And knew also, one day, I’d send to earth “my lightning rod”.
He’s there among you now, in this present day,
I’ve got a message for you from him, he says, “Hey”.
For a change, it’s a good thing that’s all he had to say,
Today is not a good time for him, with me, to play.
My only begotten knucklehead son knows, I’m not in the mood,
He plays the nut role, (pretty good, I might add) but he’s rather shrewd.
Mini-Me has a reservation, but he’ll be in the V.I.P. section,
The menu, for him, is a great selection.
He’ll have soft shell tortillas, shredded chicken, tomatoes, portobello mushrooms, hot peppers, onions, cheese and sauce,
I let him get all of that, because “he’s paid the cost”.
Although he is, what you might call, a little on the nutty side,
When I give him a mission, he never runs and hides.
He always takes care of his dad’s (that is I, God) business and it’s always fine,
He knows better than to waste any time.
So you non-believers and gym shoe creepers, do you now know what this is all about,
Give you a hint: quite a few of you gonna, real soon, “Scream and Shout”.
I’m currently preparing everyone’s reservation,
It will definitely be a fantastic occasion.
It will be for everyone,
You and Jesus, my son.
It’ll be just fine,
One at a time.
I’m preparing it for each and every one of you…
Table For Two
Your Father
God