There's a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess
Where the weak are strong
And the first one's last
There's a table in the wilderness
There's a table in the wilderness
Where the blesses sing of His tenderness
Where the lame can walk and the weary rest
At the table in the wilderness
When you search for so hard for the promised land
But the earth won't yield to your blistered hand
And you hang your head as you wipe your brow
And you shout it out, shout it out!
There's a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess
Where the weak are strong
And the first one's last
There's a table in the wilderness
Where the blind can see and the poor possess
Where the weak are strong
And the first one's last
There's a table in the wilderness
When you close your eyes kneeling by your bed
All the working hours spinning through your head
You remember the place that your heart desires
Where you found your life, you found life
There's a table in the wilderness
There's a table in the wilderness
All is welcome
Living water
Come find life
Come find peace
Come find rest
I am so glad that even in this wilderness time of my life, He has a table out there and it has just what I need, what I crave and what will sustain me, no empty calories! (-:
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