A Mesa
Rafael Bicudo
The Table
I am hidden
In the beauty of my creator
For I am clothed
In the purity of my savior
There is no more shame
White clothes he dressed me in
No more fear and guilt
He justified me with his love
Nothing is equal to his love
I entered the chambers of my king
And he invited me to sit
The table is set in your presence
Christ made me worthy in his love
I am hidden
In the beauty of my creator
For I am clothed in the purity of my savior
There is no more shame
White clothes he dressed me in
No more fear and guilt
He justified me with his love
I entered the chambers of my king
And he invited me to sit
The table is set in your presence
Christ made me worthy in his love
The fear that one day I lived as an orphan
The glory of the Son now shines in me
He who I would serve served me
Christ made me worthy before the father
I entered the chambers of my king
And he invited me to sit
The table is set in your presence
Christ made me worthy in his love
The fear that one day I lived as an orphan
The glory of the Son now shines in me
He who I would serve served me
Christ made me worthy before the father
Abba father
Nothing is equal to your love
Immeasurable
Abba father
Freedom is in you
Incomparable
Abba father
Nothing is equal to your love
Immeasurable
Abba father
Freedom is in you
Incomparable
Abba father
Nothing is equal to your love
Immeasurable
Abba father
Freedom is in you
Incomparable
Abba father
Nothing is equal to your love
Immeasurable
Abba father
Freedom is in you
Incomparable
Freedom is in you
Incomparable