The table is ready, the candles are low, A mystery greater than I’ll ever know. Not just a memory, not just a sign, But Christ in His fullness, in bread and in wine. Here is my life when I’m weary and worn, Here is salvation, my soul reborn. One with my brothers, one with the King, Strength for the journey, the gift that He brings. I’ve carried the questions, I’ve wrestled with doubt, The silence of heaven, the long desert route. But here at the table, His promise is true, The body once broken makes all things new. Here is my life when I’m weary and worn, Here is salvation, my soul reborn. One with my sisters, one with the King, Strength for the journey, the gift that He brings. Forgiveness is poured, salvation revealed, The wounds of the Savior, my healing, my shield. The church gathered here, the communion of saints, In this holy union, His mercy remains. Here is my life when the journey is long, Here is salvation, my place, my song. One with each other, one with the King, Strength for the journey, the gift that He brings.
