There's a seat at the table

There's a seat at the table
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There’s a seat at the table
For the defective, the shamed.
There’s a seat at the table
Each one has been named.

There’s a seat at the table
For the weary, the maimed.
There’s a seat at the table
For you to be claimed.

There’s a seat at the table
For those in the ash heap
There’s a seat at the table
And whosoever He’ll keep.

There’s a seat at the table,
So come right inside.
There’s a seat at the table
Room for any without pride.

There’s a seat at the table
His banner is love
There’s a seat at the table
His blood was enough.

There’s a seat at the table
So don’t longing stand.
Sit and be welcome
Come dine as He planned.