Who can come?

Drawn into the table
  arms wide open
Beckoning all who would
  come, come refresh
Eat, lay down the weight
  of your burdens
Lay them down, because
  this is open to all
In opposition of gate
  keepers, raters
Those who would close
  the open arms
Its not how it works
  this death, this memory
It is for all who are weary
  labeled, kept far away
So come, come to the table
  the joy is yours
You are accepted as a
  child of welcome
No matter your name,
  no matter your religion
It is a feast for all prepared
  since forever, waiting
Just for us to partake
  and forgive