A Place at Your Table

With a heavy heart or short of breath

In joy of youth or pain of death

At home or gone, on land or sea

As my days demand so my strength shall be

In running and in rest I rely

On something I can't make or buy

So I will keep the feast

Cause there will always be

A place at your table for me

Whether choir robes or drums and guitars

In cathedrals high or at the local bar

If a woman serves, if it's blood or wine

Oh, the mystery of the divine

In conflict and dissent we divide

But you defend and keep your bride

In purity and peace

So there will always be

A place at your table for me

So I lost my voice calling out your name

But your ear was deaf as my soul was sprained

And though my heart is dark I am still compelled

To where your body broke, to where your blood was spilled

It's more than all the debt I owe

And where else can a sick man go

So help my unbelief

That there will always be

A place at your table for me

A place at your table for me