Bill Everman - The Table

Look at me, a portrait of unworthiness
Trembling hands turn the pages that invite me to your table

Empty hands, I have no way to thank you
Nothing but to come to your table

Take away my dreams that I am worthy, strip away any thought that I am strong
Set aside the illusion of my righteousness when I approach your table to see your body Broken for me

Look at you, a portrait of unselfishness
Bleeding hands, pouring out your life upon the table
Giving hands, no way to repay you for the life that you have laid upon your table

Take away my dreams that I am worthy, strip away any thought that I am strong
Set aside the illusion of my righteousness when I take the cup to see your blood
Spilled out for me

Written by:
Bill Everman

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find