Lyrics

Are you weak
Are you poor
Sick are you sore
Are you tired from the miles you've trod
Waste no more time
Find rest at his side
And come to the table of God
So we come to the table
In need of your love
We are fed with the body and blood
Come sinners to his side
With no money come and buy
Children come to the table of God
Have you doubts
Have you pain
All these can you bring
No need to dress up your mess
The fathers embrace
Is waiting always
His joy our lives to bless
Written by: Zach Pietrini
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