Mesa
Colo de Deus
Table
Even though I'm not worthy
You decided to love me
And made me like this
A soul that waits for you
Even fragile and wounded
Mercy in my veins
And made me like this
A soul that longs for you
Don't give me chills
And not the emotions
Or perfect chords
Let it be true
Whoever has sat
At the table once
And looked into the eyes of Jesus
Can't leave the table
Without being touched, being found
Show me your face
Pour out your glory
I want to see you
I want to see you
