At the Table Lyrics

This I know

My trial is over

Cancelled not adjourned

And I leave to live in thanks

For life already earned

But this truth

Is far above me

Demons cloud his face

For someone else

His endless mercy,

Someone else his grace

We take your blood, your body

Warms us like wine, fills us like bread

Nail this moment of failure

High above your head

If you came

But not for this

What worth would it be

If not for this

Why your birth

Why your lonely death

We take your blood, your body

Warms us like wine, fills us like bread

We take your blood, your body

Festive as wine, basic as bread

Nail this moment of failure

High above your head

Who can chart the course you take,

From the hosts of heaven's glory

To this abandoned place

From eternal favor, without any stain

To the one and only offense to God

Who can guess the pain

What fuel could power, descent from above

A distance beyond all human distance

But your burning love