Come to the Banquet

COME TO THE BANQUET

Mike Mirabella © 1985, 2019

Listen to “Come to the Banquet”


Come to the banquet, come sit by his side,

His table is waiting, and friends have arrived.

You have been chosen the most honored guest

Of our Master and Savior Lord Jesus.

(A)

He’s calling to you, yes, you at the door,

Come in from the cold, come make yourself warm;

The food is abundant, and all has been blessed

By our Master and Savior Lord Jesus.


Verse 1Group Response
Look all around you,So many strangers here,
What do you see?Who could they be?
Why, beggars and blind men,Rascals and scoundrels,
Cripples and thieves,Perhaps we should leave!
Where are your neighbors,All having coffee,
Your affluent friends?Flaunting and counting,
Had other commitments,Just couldn’t be here,
They send their regrets.We’ll ask ‘um again!


They shall go hungry and long to be fed
By our Master and Savior Lord Jesus.

Come to the banquet, come sit by his side,
His table is waiting and friends have arrived.
You have been chosen the most honored guest
Of our Master and Savior, Lord Jesus.

(B)

Those who are first shall make way for the least,

The mighty shall hunger, the hungry shall eat;

All who are humble shall share in the feast

With our Master and Savior Lord Jesus.

Verse 2Group Response
Who wears the apron?Rubbing and scrubbing
Who opens the door?Who sweeps the floor?
Who sets a table?Crystal and sparkle
Then welcomes the poor?So, that’s whom it’s for!
No earthly treasureNo ‘mount of money,
Could pay back in kind.Accounts have been settled;
Promise of Heaven,Nothing so precious as
Life for all time;Praise him forever!

Sets the example that we do the same,
Our Master and Savior, Lord Jesus.

Come to the banquet, come sit by his side,
His table is waiting, and friends have arrived.
His table is waiting, and friends have arrived.
His table is waiting, and friends have arrived.

Come Down from the Mountain

Come Down from the Mountain

Easter greetings from Mike and Pam Mirabella

Come Down From the Mountain

by Mike Mirabella

Papa Mike’s Music ©1982, 2019

He was a preacher, prophet, a teacher;

Weaver of stories, a page out of time,

Doctor, a healer, shepherd, a keeper;

He set the fire that burns in my mind.

 

He promised a kingdom, spoke of its glory,

Eternal salvation, of heaven sublime;

Told us to follow, to love all our neighbors;

That he’d never leave us, and we’d never die.

 

I’m not the kind to be touched by a dreamer,

Dreaming won’t mix with a practical mind;

Told him to show me some proof of his magic,

An angel from heaven, a star from the sky, (or)

Refrain:

Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

I tagged along just to see what would happen,

Trusting the stranger, wondering why;

Who could he be, what was he after?

I had to know, so, I bided my time.

 

I played the part, I was quick and amusing,

Doing my best not to step out of line;

But, my trying to please him was only a scheme,

Thought if I played my cards right, a kingdom was mine.

 

Just when I thought I could count on his favor,

He showed me the folly and sins of my life;

He could see through me, somehow, he knew me,

But old habits die hard, so again I replied,

Refrain:

Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Who would have guessed he could capture so many?

All who would listen were swept in the tide;

Safe in his power, we stood at the ready,

Drunk with the courage, that flows with the wine.

 

Passions to drive him, good counsel to guide him,

Sure of a victory with God on our side;

We marched on the city to challenge his critics,

All singing his praises and primed for a fight.

Refrain:

Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Fate be the trickster, prankster, the twister,

Harvest of plenty, thief in the night;

Wept as he blessed them; yet, they condemned him;

They beat, they laughed and they hung him to die.

 

We looked to creation for one, who could save him,

An army of angels, a sword spitting fire;

We screamed and we raged, but our screams were in vain;

Then our fear turned to hate and we began to cry. (You),

Refrain:

Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Were we just fools to have followed a dreamer,

A fraud, a deceiver, another who lied?

Cast in the darkness, lost in the madness’,

With no one to turn to and nowhere to hide.

 

“Run for your lives!” shouted voices around us,

“Stand up and fight!” cried the voices behind;

Frozen in fear, we broke and we panicked,

Our Master was dead, how could we survive?

 

Out of the pall of our fear and confusion,

A stranger stepped forth as a balm to our souls;

Calling our names, he knelt and embraced us,

Praising our God, as did our Master before.

 

Was this a dream? Could this be our Master?

Didn’t he die on that cold stormy night?

A dream or for real, his deeds held the answer;

Giving us hope and revealing a sign!

Refrain:

You came down, down, down from the mountain,

More that a prophet, more than divine;

You came down, down, down from the mountain,

You are the Promise. Yes, you are the Sign!

 

 

Prodigal in F

Prodigal in F

Luke 15:13

Original authorship is in dispute. This version by Mike Mirabella, 2010

 

Feeling footloose and frisky, a foolish featherbrain fellow

Finagled his faithful father into forking over his fragment of the family’s farthings.

 

He flew far to foreign fields and frittered away his father’s fortune,

Frivolously flinging and feasting with faithless friends.

 

Finally, fragile, facing famine and fleeced by his fellows in folly,

He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard!

 

Flushed and fairly famished, he would have fittingly filled his frame

With the food forage from his father’s fodder fragments.

 

“Phooey,” said the fainting feckless fellow, fetching fervently,

“Even my father’s faithful flunkies fare far fairer.”

 

Frazzled, frustrated, filled with foreboding and finally facing facts,

He fled forthwith to his forlorn family.

 

Falling at his father’s feet, he fretfully floundered confessing, “Father, I have flunked

And have foolishly forfeited family favor.”

 

Unforeseen, but forbearingly, the faithful father, forestalling any further flinching,

Frantically flagged down his faithful functionaries to fetch forth frills and fancy frippery

and to fix a fabulous feast featuring the finest fatling in the flock.

Prodigal in F

However, the father’s faultfinding first-born frowned on his father’s fickle forgiveness

and flashed his fury at the fledgling’s frothy folderol.

 

But alas, the firstling’s futile fussing fell fixed and forgotten,

For the farsighted father figured such filial fidelity as befitting and fine.

 

“Now, what forbids fervent festivity, for our faraway fugitive is found.

Unfurl the flags with fanfares flaring! Let fun and frolic freely flow,

For former failures are forgiven!”

Moral:

When folly is forsaken, forgiveness forms a firm foundation for future fortitude and fortune.

From Pam and Mike Mirabella

MirabellaBooksWithSongs.com

© 2019 Mike Mirabella

Celebrate Lovers’ Day

Mike and Pam Mirabella, Celebrate Lovers' Day

CELEBRATE THIS ‘LOVERS DAY’

A Valentine Prayer ❤

When we awake this ‘Lovers Day,’

We’ll speak, ‘Our God’ and offer praise;

We’ll pause to ask for special grace,

When we awake this ‘Lovers Day,’

 

When we arise this ‘Lovers Day,’

We’ll thank our partner face to face,

Recall some kindness each has made:

A show of trust, an act of faith,

A gentle touch, a warm embrace.

 

If there is cause at all today

To wipe a tear or lay blame,

We’ll both agree to offer grace;

Spare each other from the shame,

Forgive the debt we can’t repay.

 

Let’s then, begin to celebrate

Our holy bond, this special day;

We’ll both rejoice as we proclaim:

Let every day be ‘Lover’s Day’!

 

-Mike & Pam Mirabella❤

 

© 2019, Mike Mirabella

Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Huddled up in lowly shelters, fending off our deep despair,

Bundled in what rags we’ve gathered, holding fast to constant prayer.

Passersby with words of pity toss us coins with smiles and stares,

Yet, our begging bowls go wanting, once again we’ve no’ to spare.

Still, we find the Season holy, keeping faith against our fear,

God’s promise of a new beginning, words of hope we long to hear.

When winter’s sting is passed from memory we’ll still recall, with grateful souls,

These trying times we’ve spent in bondage and the Christmas child who brings us hope.

Mike & Pam Mirabella, ©2018

Painting: Refugees La Sagrada Familia by Kelly Latimore