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 beIn 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