Communion

I've this sinking feeling I'm before Your throne

And these songs I have been singing well they're empty in my throat

As this plate comes by I realize I'm close to the fire but I'm still cold

And what once was juice and crackers now becomes my only hope

(this cup is not enough I must be washed in Your sweet blood

And stale bread it just won't do tonight

Oh and in my unworthy state I kneel before Your loving grace

And wish that I could see Your face in mine)

I am reeling, realization I'm before Your throne

And deserving condemnation You make mine your own

Could this be my true communion You and I here face to face

If I'm dreaming let me dream, oh let me never ever wake