The Table Round


 

At the Table Round
No king appears to be
The end cannot be found
Like horizon, meeting sea.

    

At the table Round
A Stronger does reign
Strength like thunder's sound
Silently circles the chain.

 

At the Table Round
Individuals cease to be
Wisdom there is found
Where minds flow free.

 

At the Table Round
Christ mind is born
Humanity wears a crown
There none need mourn.

 

At the Table Round
Rivers of life flow
Where Harvest blessings abound
Reapers need not sow.

 


Author, Donald W. Murphy
1962 
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