There’s a table in the wilderness
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Where the blind can see and the poor possess
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Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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Where the blessed sing of His tenderness
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Where the lame can walk and the weary rest
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At the table in the wilderness
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When you search so hard for the Promised Land
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But the earth won’t yield to your blistered hands
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And you hang your head and you wipe your brow
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And you shout it out, shout it out
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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Where the blind can see and the poor possess
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Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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When you close your eyes kneeling by your bed
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All the working hours spinning through your head
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You remember the place that your heart desires
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Where you found your life, you’ll found life
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At the table in the wilderness
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Where the blind can see and the poor possess
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Where the weak are strong and the first one’s last
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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Where the blind can see and the poor possess
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Ever thankful for being honored guests
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At the table in the wilderness
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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(There's a table, a table in the wilderness)
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There’s a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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(All is welcome)
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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(Living water)
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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(Come find life, come find peace, come find rest)
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness
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There’s a table, a table in the wilderness |