Wounded and forsaken, I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten, feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King, into the Master's courts
Lifted by the Savior and cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table, swept away by His love
And I don't see my brokenness anymore
When I'm seated at the table of the Lord
I was carried to the table
The table of the Lord
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

I was carried to the table...The table of the Lord!
Leeland


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