Текст Paul Baloche – You Prepare A Table

When the battle’s fierce
And the walls are crashing in
And I have no place to go
Surrounded by my foes yet not alone

You prepare a table for me
And bless me in the presence of my enemies
You fill me till my cup overflows
You restore my soul

If not for You
I would surrender to my fears
And hope would surely slip away
I find comfort knowing You are near
Ready to save renew my strength

I will lift up my eyes
To where my help comes from
I know You hear my cries
You are my champion