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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

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Thanks for sharing ! That was a good reminder!

    February 18, 2013
  2. alcoramdeo #

    Deeply, encouragingly convicting. Thank you, Brother Barry.

    February 18, 2013

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