In His Holy Presence I am Healed and Unashamed

I have the best friend in the world. I spent the night with her last night. We talked about things I'd never talked to anyone about, and she didn't hate me. I thank the Lord for her. I don't cry in songs ever, but last night right before I went to bed was the closest I've ever come to crying during a song. I'd never thought about it in the context of what we were talking about, but it came to mind last night and it really hit home. Hard.

Carried to the Table
A song 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

I'm 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

(It's healing in Your arms, for the broken)
You carried me, my God
You carried me
You carried me, my God
You carried me