Wounded and forsaken 

I was shattered by the fall 

Broken and forgotten 

Feeling lost and all alone 

Summoned by the King 

Into the Master’s courts 

Lifted by the Savior 

And cradled in His arms 



I was carried to the table 

Seated where I don’t belong 

Carried to the table 

Swept away by His love 

And I don’t see my brokenness anymore 

When I’m seated at the table of the Lord 

I’m carried to the table 

The table of the Lord 



Fighting thoughts of fear 

And wondering why He called my name 

Am I good enough to share this cup 

This world has left me lame 

Even in my weakness 

The Savior called my name 

In His Holy presence 

I’m healed and unashamed 



You carried me, my God 

You carried me