I've this sinking, feeling
I'm before your throne
And these songs, I have been singing
Well they're empty in my throat
As this plate comes by I realize I'm next to the fire but I'm still cold
And what once was juice and crackers now becomes my only hope
'Cause this cup is not enough
I must be washed in your sweet blood
And stale bread it just won't do tonight
Oh and in my unworthy state I kneel before your loving grace
And wish that I could see your face in mine
I am reeling, realization
I've come before your throne
And deserving, condemnation
You make mine your own
Could this be my true communion you and I here face to face
If I'm dreaming let me dream, oh let me never ever wake
'Cause this cup is not enough
I must be washed in your sweet blood
And stale bread it just won't do tonight
Oh and in my unworthy state I kneel before your loving grace
And wish that I could see your face in mine