vs1
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
ch
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
vs2
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
ch
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
vs3
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
ch
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