It challenges my heart When I'm reminded that The first place he led me to was the table Why would a King invite me here? Would He eat with me or would He leave? Insecurity and anxiety Fiercely scrawled questions on my heart Until His presence at my side spoke rest to my soul A weighty comfort settled And I leant into it This Father Friend This Royal Lover Wanted to remain And his invitation to me Was to do the same Every breath my lungs had ever held Was placed inside only to be released before the King As a deep and trusting, 'Yes' My acceptance at his bidding to dwell at the table And after all this time Whether it's been a day or a forever This one thing I have discovered Sitting with the King was all the nourishment My heart ever required