At That Feast Can Sing
What num’rous flocks of birds about me fly?
When saw I one, through want, fall down, and die?
They gather what his hand to them doth bring,
Tho’ but a worm, and at that feast can sing.
How full a table doth My father keep?
Blush then my naughty heart, repent, and weep;
How faithless and distrustful hast thou been,
Altho’ his care and love thou oft hast seen?
-Excerpt from John Flavel’s Poem from Chapter XIII of Navigation Spiritualized