Journey to the Table

Mm. I've been walking these roads since I was seventeen. Carried my father's Bible And my mother's name. Saw cities rise and crumble, Watched the seasons change. Every scar I carry tells me where I've been. I built my house on promises I couldn't keep. Raised my children on the wages of my pride. Now the photographs remind me what I used to Be. Before the years and choices left their mark Inside. But there's a voice that calls me through the Longest night. Saying, "Child, come home now. Lay down your fight." At the table where the broken find their rest. Where the weary lay their burdens on the floor. I'm learning how to live With what I can't forget. And the love that wouldn't leave me anymore. Oh, the love that wouldn't leave me Anymore. I've spoken words in anger That I can't take back. I've turned away from hands that tried to pull Me through. But mercy doesn't measure what we lack. It meets us in the middle of our truth. My brother didn't make it past his forty-second Year. Said goodbye on a Tuesday in the rain. Sometimes I hear his laughter ringing crystal clear. Reminding me that love outlives the pain. And there's a voice that calls me through the Storm and strife. Saying, "Child, come home now, Back to life." At the table where the broken find their rest. Where the weary lay their burdens on the floor. I'm learning how to live With what I can't forget. And the love that wouldn't leave me anymore. Oh, the grace that holds me like Before. Every step I've taken, even when I strayed. Every time I stumbled, even when I ran. There was something greater than the mess I made. Reaching out to hold me in its Hands. At the table where the broken find their rest. Where the weary lay their burdens on the Floor. I'm learning how to live With what I can't forget. And the love that wouldn't leave me anymore. Oh, the love that wouldn't leave me Anymore. I'm coming to the table. I'm coming home.