Don’t spend your money on false bread;
come drink and banquet—no one pays.
Offer unheard of all your days
till now unspoken and unread.
My ways are higher than your ways.
Invited are the castoffs, strays
where poor like you would go in dread
come drink and banquet. No one pays.
Delighted, sated all your days
hunger no more, just be well-fed.
My ways are higher than your ways.
My sun shines down in pardoning rays
while you expected wrath instead.
Come, drink and banquet. No one pays.
To you who seek Me and obey
surprising mercy is ahead.
My ways are higher than your ways.
Come drink and banquet—no one pays.
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