[Verse 1] Pot roast steam in the hallway Name tags stuck on our shirts Plastic chairs and paper plates Laugh lines deeper than the hurt [Verse 2] Cousins running through the doorway Sneakers sliding on the floor Some folks drove here through the midnight Just to hug us at this door [Chorus] This is our table full of grace Every wrinkle Every face God stitched our stories side by side From the babies to the gray This is our table full of grace Every seat a sacred place We feel heaven in this space Family coming together [Verse 3] Granddad bowing his head slowly Grandma squeezing on his hand Whispered names of those who left us Still a part of who I am [Verse 4] Little ones crawl in their laps Tiny fingers Weathered hands Future leaning on the past Like they always had a plan [Chorus] This is our table full of grace Every wrinkle Every face God stitched our stories side by side From the babies to the gray This is our table full of grace Every seat a sacred place We feel heaven in this space Family coming together [Verse 5] Old church fan on the counter Marks from years of Sunday heat We sing blessings over biscuits Harmony around the meat [Verse 6] Stories start “Do you remember?” Same joke Brand-new round of laughs Tears and joy inside one circle God held tight around our past [Chorus] This is our table full of grace Every wrinkle Every face God stitched our stories side by side From the babies to the gray This is our table full of grace Every seat a sacred place We feel heaven in this space Family coming together [Verse 7] Kids learn how to say “Great-Grandma” Practice calling out her name She just smiles and pulls them closer Says “Baby That’s why I came” (mm) [Verse 8] Sun goes low behind the window Dishes stacked by loving hands We join arms for one last prayer Every “amen” says “Here we stand” [Bridge] From the cradle to the cane God’s love running through our veins Every heartbeat Every breath Says we’re blessed We’re blessed We’re blessed (oh, we’re blessed) [Chorus] This is our table full of grace Every wrinkle Every face God stitched our stories side by side From the babies to the gray This is our table full of grace Every seat a sacred place We feel heaven in this space Family coming together
