Seated with J.

Carried To The Table by Leeland


Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms

I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord

Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed


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we're all at the masters table, stuffed like a christmas turkey.
J., makes the bestest host ever!
we just cant help but overflow with His finest.

so we are not in it for the breadcrumbs but the whole feast.
be sure of which table are you at!
because at His, we are never hungry and always [beyond] full.

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Hey there! All who are thirsty, come to the water! Are you penniless? Come anyway—buy and eat! Come, buy your drinks, buy wine and milk. Buy without money—everything's free! Why do you spend your money on junk food, your hard-earned cash on cotton candy? Listen to me, listen well:

Eat only the best, fill yourself with only the finest.

Isaiah 55:1-2 (The Message)