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 brokeness anymore when I'm seated at the table of the Lord. I'm carried to the table, the table of the Lord.