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