Lyrics by Leeland
Fighting thoughts of fear, wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup? This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness the Savior called my name
In His holy presence I am healed and unashamed
As I'm carried to the table
Seated where I don't belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don't see my brokeness anymore
When I'm seated at the table of the Lord
I'm carried to the table
The table of the Lord
If I had any skill whatsoever in the department of communication, this song would speak my heart loud and clear. It's never fun coming face to face with your personal junk and blackness (a.k.a. "sin") but is necessary in this divine cleansing process, I suppose.
But I love this song in it's full meaning, and I don't take the phrase "carried to the table" lightly, because I couldn't do it myself. I can't do it myself.
