Communion

Meet me at the table, my Lord,
let me feast on You, bread and wine.
Treasures too great, me to afford,
Yet in love, You call me to dine.

I lack, You give in abundance,
Your gifts too many to number.
Truly, I receive Your substance,
and awake from my soul's slumber.

Sufficient grace, power made perfect
in weakness of spirit and flesh,
dawning deeper than the intellect,
pouring out living water afresh.

Deep calls unto deep, You to me,
as Your Spirit fills my being.
You give me my reason to be,
and a whole new way of seeing.

An exile no more, communion
calls me home, by a golden thread.
My weary soul craved reunion,
and here You raise me from the dead.