The orphan clings to Your hand
Singing the song of how he was found
The widow rejoices

For her oppressors are silenced now

You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor

You laugh and share stories with the thief and the !@^%
When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us

You are on our side

The runaway falls at Your feet

You are what he has searched for
The rich man is broken
When he stands beneath a sky full of stars


You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the !@^%

When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side


You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the !@^%

When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side


Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side