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• Artiste: Derek Webb
• Titre: A Place At Your Table
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With a heavy heart or short of breath In joy of youth or pain of death At home or gone, on land or sea As my days demand so my strength shall be In running and in rest I rely On something I can't make or buy So I will keep the feast Cause there will always be A place at your table for me Whether choir robes or drums and guitars In cathedrals high or at the local bar If a woman serves, if it's blood or wine Oh, the mystery of the divine In conflict and dissent we divide But you defend and keep your bride In purity and peace So there will always be A place at your table for me So I lost my voice calling out your name But your ear was deaf as my soul was sprained And though my heart is dark I am still compelled To where your body broke, to where your blood was spilled It's more than all the debt I owe And where else can a sick man go So help my unbelief That there will always be A place at your table for me A place at your table for me