A seat at the Master's table
Oh what I wouldn't give for a seat at the Masters table
Begging for the crumbs
Yet no one gave her anything
How do I find the Master's table
To sit at his blessed feet
Oh what sweet release
The book I'm told is the bread and it is where we are fed
Blessed day at the table of the Lord
Come and dine the master bids to come
A seat at the Master's table
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