Letras
We place upon your table
A gleaming cloth of white
The weaving of our stories
The fabric of our lives
The dreams of those before us
The ancient hopeful cries
The promise of our future
Our needing and our nurture
Lie here before our eyes
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
The young and the old
The frightened, the bold
The greatest and the least
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
With the fruit of our lands
And the work of our hands
We come to your feast
We place upon your table
A humble loaf of bread
The gift of field and hillside
The grain by which we're fed
We come to taste the presence
Of him on whom we feed
To strengthen and connect us
To challenge and correct us
To love in word and deed
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
The young and the old
The frightened, the bold
The greatest and the least
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
With the fruit of our lands
And the work of our hands
We come to your feast
We place upon your table
A simple cup of wine
The fruit of human labour
The gift of sun and vine
We come taste the presence
Of him we claim as Lord
His dying and his living
His leading and his giving
His love in cup out poured
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
The young and the old
The frightened, the bold
The greatest and the least
We come to your feast
We come to your feast
With the fruit of our lands
And the work of our hands
We come to your feast
We gather 'round your table