Matthew 22
Verse 1
The King prepared a wedding feast,
Sent servants out from west to east.
“Come,” He said, “the table’s spread,”
But many turned their hearts instead.
Some ignored, some mocked the call,
Some struck the messengers — killed them all.
The city burned, the door still wide,
Grace rejected, justice applied.
Invitation spurned does not erase
The cost of refusing offered grace.
Chorus — The Invitation Refused
The invitation refused reveals the soul,
Indifference, violence, or pride’s control.
The feast stands ready, the King is near,
But hearts decide who enters here.
Many are called, but few will choose
To bow and receive what they did not earn or use.
Verse 2 — The Garment of Grace
The broken came from roads and night,
Good and bad stood in the light.
But one stood clothed in his own way,
Refused the robe the King displayed.
No defense formed, no word replied,
Grace declined leaves none to hide.
The garment waits — not earned, but given,
Righteousness sent down from heaven.
Chorus —
The invitation refused exposes pride,
Wanting the feast, but not the guide.
Come as you are — but do not stay,
The King must clothe you in His way.
Many are called, but few are true,
The choice stands now — what will you do?
They came with silver, masks of law,
“Should we bow to Caesar’s draw?”
He held the coin before their eyes,
“Whose image here?” — the truth replies.
“Give Caesar what his mark demands,
Give God your life, not just your hands.”
Their trap dissolved, their silence grew,
Truth stood firm — nothing to undo.
They mocked the hope beyond the grave,
Tied the law in knots to save
Their logic strong, their faith long dead,
But Jesus spoke what heaven said:
“He is not God of fading dust,
But living souls who rise in trust.”
Scripture opened, power shown,
The dead will rise — God’s not dethroned.
Bridge — The Greatest Command
“What law stands highest?” one replied,
Still testing truth with guarded pride.
Jesus spoke with blazing calm:
“Love the Lord with heart and soul and mind.
Love your neighbor as yourself —
On these two hang all truth and wealth.”
The invitation refused now turns to light,
No trap remains, no shadowed fight.
Wisdom speaks, the snares are gone,
Truth stands tall — the King moves on.
The question now is not what’s said,
But who will bow… and who will walk instead.
“How is the Christ both Son and King?”
No answer rose, no word could cling.
From that day on, their voices ceased,
For David’s Lord stood at the feast.
