
A table that was born from words heard by open ears
A table that was made from a tree that grew in a wood for years
A table that was crafted using tools and heat and paint
A table that meant the DAC really made us wait!
A table that is a humble place to meet, eat and sing
A table that is a place to encounter a heaven sent King
A table that is full of love bursting, groaning, growing
A table that welcomes all to drink from a cup overflowing
A table that’s not just for us, but for all who are out there
A table that we take into the world with bread to share
A table to go beyond our walls, to your work, your school, your street
A table where all are invited to come and share and eat
A table that is built for those with everything and nothing
A table that belongs to him, the poor man and the king
