There's a Place at This Table for You

There is a fountain filled with blood from emmanuel's veins. And any sinner plunged beneath that flood loses all their guilty stain. The dying thief rejoice to see that fountain in his day. There may, i, though vile, as he wash all my sin away. In this world, good people live with hardship. Sometimes they're poor. Sometimes good people are poor. This table proclaims, death is not the end. That's not the measure of your jesus rose,. He's going to return again, and then everything's different.