When every life matters,
Strangers find their way to your dinner table.
The conversation takes you to
daughter's middle names and
stories you can't quite understand
instead of questions about using.
My place is not to turn you over
to the deputy patrolling the neighborhood,
rather to really listen.
If you say you're hungry,
we'll find some snacks for the road
and if you're willing, we'll set a place at the
literal table.
That's how the Savior of us both
chose to dine without reservations.
Sister, I mean it when I promise to pray
and hope to meet you again in eternity.
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