The prompt this week was Celebration. I thought of the “Orphans Easter” dinners we used to host for friends without local family. No fancy china, no seating chart, just paper plates, too much dessert, card games and stories that stretched late into the night. It’s a reminder that sometimes the holiest communion isn’t in a sanctuary, but in a crowded living room where grace pulls up a chair and calls us beautiful.
Verse 1No need for fancy chinaPaper plates will do just fineIt’ll be alrightIt’ll be alright
Everybody’s bringing somethingThere’s no menu, there’s no planIt’ll be alrightIt’ll be alright
ChorusWhen we gather ‘round this tableA bunch of orphans far from homeIt’s the holiest communionIt’s a place where we belongWe’re all misfits, weirdos, exiled, brokenWelcome, wanted stillHere at Orphan’s EasterWith the family we have built
Verse 2There’s no drunken disagreementsThough the wine flows fast and freeIt’ll be alrightIt’ll be alright
We play a wicked game of Skip-BoAnd there’s dessert on every plateIt’ll be alrightIt’ll be alright
BridgeSome of us are lost and lonelySome are mostly fineOthers moved too far awaySome just like the wineHere there’s bread and laughterAnd every chair is fullGrace pulls up a seat with usAnd calls the broken beautiful
Final Chorus When we gather ‘round this tableA bunch of orphans far from homeIt’s the holiest communionIt’s a place where we belongWe’re all misfits, weirdos, exiled, brokenWelcome, wanted stillHere at Orphan’s Easter With the family we have built
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