Table in The Wilderness

All the working hours spinning through your head
You remember the place that your heart desires
Where you found life, you found life
At the 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
Ever thankful for being honored guests
At the table in the Wilderness . . .
All are welcome
Living Water
Come find Life
Come find Peace
Come find Rest — Russ Taff