A Tua Mesa Cura
Thamires Garcia
Your Table Heals
So much that I worked
So much that I wore myself out
So much that the Sun burned me
Taking care of the vineyard that wasn't mine
Trying to find my worth
Trying to impress You
Could I ever be enough?
So much that I worked
So much that I wore myself out
So much that the Sun burned me
Taking care of the vineyard that wasn't mine
Trying to find my worth
Trying to impress You
Could I ever be enough?
At home, at the table, among my brothers
I discovered the extent of Your love
Without stages or applause
Away from the crowds
I found out that I am accepted by You
I carry the name of the Family
Your table heals
Your table heals
Here there's wine and bread
There's a place for me
Your table heals
Your table heals
Here there's wine and bread
There's a place for me
My efforts don't buy God
My efforts don't buy You
I met You when I learned to rest
My efforts don't buy God
My efforts don't buy You
I only met You when I learned to enjoy
At home, at the table, among my brothers
I discovered the extent of Your love
Without stages or applause
Away from the crowds
I found out that I am accepted by You
I carry the name of the Family
I carry the name of the Family
I carry the name of the Family
I carry the name of the Family
Your table heals
Your table heals
Here there's wine and bread
There's a place for me
Your table heals
Your table heals
Here there's wine and bread
There's a place for me
I carry the name of the Family
