Derek Webb 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