Words and music: Greg X. Volz
The wealth of the wicked is stored for the righteous
I'm talking about the Father's wealth
I pray above all things that your soul will prosper
And that you'll be in good health
For toilsome labour is meaningless
It's like chasing after the wind
For the man who pleases God
Has wealth handed over to him
So come and dine, come to the Father's house
Come and dine, the banquet table is set
Come and dine, come to the Father's house
Come and dine, where all your needs are met
The banquet was set, the guests were invited
The king had sent invitations, all was prepared
Everything was ready, but those invited paid him no attention
Then he said to his servants
"Go to the highways and to the streets"
And that day the poor and hungry came
To be part of the King's wedding feast
So come to the Father's house, the banquet table is set