you are on our side.



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 whore
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 whore
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 whore
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

Comments

  1. You know I love this song Eva. :)

    My favorite part:
    The runaway falls at Your feet, You are what he has searched for.

    Something about it... just makes me wanna cry!

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  2. and you know that i wouldn't have found it if it weren't for you! I love the part about the widow--it's from my favorite parable! I am glad that we have eachother to comment on our blogs hahaha :)

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  3. hahaha yeah. We need the encouragement. I miss not being able to facebook you. :( Now I will just talk to you via your blog! :)

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