At the Table

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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 death?

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?

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from At The Table, released December 1, 2009
Words and Music: Ben Keyes.

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Ordinary Time

They met in a “History of Christian Worship” class in seminary, where they discovered a shared love for old songs in danger of being forgotten. The band’s oeuvre seamlessly weaves the hymns of generations past with their own new songs—often indistinguishably—producing a
sound that ranges from bluegrass-tinged Americana to sacred harp hymn arrangements.
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