At This Table I remember how the old ones told it ‘Bout a night so long ago When the Lord passed over Egypt And the people had to go They said, “Take a lamb and mark the doorway Stay inside till morning comes” And the God of all creation Walked the streets and spared His own Now we’d heard that story plenty Since we were just boys at play How the chains fell off our fathers How He made a living way So we gathered there to keep it Like we always used to do Just a meal and just a memory… Or at least that’s what we knew Chorus At this table, something’s happening More than just the telling of the past There’s a promise in the breaking Like this moment’s built to last And the story we’ve been singing Feels like it’s becoming true At this table… He’s making all things new Then He took the bread and blessed it But His voice began to shake Said, “This is My body, broken…” We just stared at what He’d say And He passed the cup among us Said, “This is My blood you see” And the room got quiet as mercy Fell like rain on Galilee Someone asked Him, “Who’s the traitor?” You could feel it in the air Every man was searching inward Every heart laid open bare And He said the one who’d leave Him Was the one He still would feed And I saw love at that table Do a hard and costly thing Chorus At this table, something’s breaking More than just the bread within His hands There’s a kingdom in the coming But we didn’t understand All the freedom we remembered Was about to come in view At this table… He’s making all things new Was it joy? I think there was some We’d been laughing just before But there was a weight among us Like we’d felt but not before ‘Cause the story of the Passover Was standing in that room And the Lamb we’d always talked about Was looking at us too Now I think about that evening Every time we break the bread How the fear and how the freedom Both were sitting there instead And the God who passed o’er houses Chose a cross He didn’t dodge So that every door could open Marked forever by His love Chorus At this table, we remember But it’s more than just a memory we hold It’s the blood that bought our freedom It’s the story still being told From the doorway in Egypt To the cross He carried through At this table… He made it all come true **Outro (spoken-soft)** Yeah… we thought we knew the story Turns out… we were sitting in the middle of it
