Celebration TIme!
The Fishers on the sea
laugh as they feel the rain.
The pouring out, the coming down
from very, very, very high terrains.
The music and delight.
The celebration is in sight!
The whimsical, the wonderful,
the majestic One we highlight!
The prodigals are coming!
The ones we thought were lost.
The ones we thought were too far gone -- but look!
They come back home -- come back home to us!
The freedom and the laughter.
The blessings that we drink.
It makes our bellies shake
as we are filled right to the brink!
The wine corks now are popping!
They fly around the air!
The celebration is so thick,
it washes out despair!
No, there's no room for sadness.
Poverty is washed away.
What is left when He is finished?
Why it's a glorious new day!
This is no time for sulking!
This is time to grab our flutes!
And play the merrymaker’s song,
and sing his happy tunes!
Stop all this nonsense called offense!
Don't miss it! Don't look away
for here He comes!
And with Him now He brings
a glorious new day!
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