Election Tabled

​Lord, I might just be a dog down under your table, but at least I  am able to eat the meat that fell at your feet.  Thank you my Jew for allowing me to view this view.  Albeit I see it, I am still not worthy to Tye your shoe.  Avenu, may I ask you, what wood Jesus do?  Then I saw the Election tabled.  On Abraham's accord, and for Isaac's Lord, the latter rain poured Eliyah's cup.  Then a chair was moved up there.  In front of Messiah, at the challenge of Moriah, Eliyah came to sit.  Don't forget, he shall yet restore all things.  Was a song I heard Moses sing.  Then they all bowed to their head as Zechariah said, grace grace to the Jewish race.  Then I heard my Friend say it again in Greek:  Sit a place for the meek. For many shall come from the East and feast with Able.  Many shall come from the West and find rest at my table.  But the Election are my natural selection