Come to the Table

In your running

When you sober up and something

Is not right

Oh my heavens

You've been gone too long

And I don't care where you're going

I don't care where you've been

Come to the table

And I will feed you with my body

And my blood

At the table

I can promise I am always enough

Jeremiah

You can fill your broken cisterns

All you want

But oh my heavens

I could be your cup

And the water flooding over

And the mouth to make you drink

Come to the table

And I will feed you with my body

And my blood

At the table

I can promise I am always enough

In your running

I will seek you like a father

Seeks a son

Jeremiah

If you seek me with your heartbeat

You will find