Ordinary Time - At the Table lyrics

At the Table This I know My trial is over Cancelled not adjourned And I leave to live in thanks For life already earned But this truth Is far above me Demons cloud his face For someone else His endless mercy, Someone else his grace We take your blood, your body Warms us like wine, fills us like bread Nail this moment of failure High above your head If you came But not for this What worth would it be? If not for this Why your birth? Why your lonely d**h? We take your blood, your body Warms us like wine, fills us like bread We take your blood, your body Festive as wine, basic as bread Nail this moment of failure High above your head Who can chart the course you take, From the hosts of heaven's glory To this abandoned place? From eternal favor, without any stain, To the one and only offense to God, Who can guess the pain? What fuel could power, descent from above, A distance beyond all human distance, But your burning love?