P I C N I C 

 

 


The wind churns the leaves in the breeze,

As the hand turns the apple squeeze.

The Bluejay sings its song of plea,

The children rush around with glee.

We’re going on a picnic

We’re going on a picnic

Take a drive to the perfect spot,

Bring out the chicken while it’s hot.

Spread out the handmade table cloth,

Shake it once or twice, rid the moth.

 

Set out the salads, set out the drinks,

Put down the pies with pleasing winks.

Cut into the watermelon,

Take a taste, but can’t be tellin’.

Slice the tomatoes and the bread,

Whoever’s here’s gonna get fed.

We’re going on a picnic

We’re going on a picnic

 

Make the cry and ring out the bell,

The table’s set and worth a yell.

There’s enough food for all to eat,

Just come on in and take the treat.

We’re having a picnic

We’re having a picnic

In God's house the food's just as free,

But will last through eternity.

His Word is open for us all,

Celebrating a wedding ball.

 

Jesus Christ is the special guest,

And He’s prepared the meal that’s best.

He’s the Groom and we’re His Bride,

“Join in this wedding feast”, He’s cried,

“Come to the table set for you,

A feast served for the chosen few.”

We’re having a picnic

We’re having a picnic

We’re having a picnic – Jesus Style!

 

 

                                        Selah   

 Picnic by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                                   2 Corinthians 9:10

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