Chorus
Take our bread, we ask you;
take our hearts, we love you.
Take our lives, O Father,
we are yours, we are yours.
1 Yours as we stand at the table you set;
yours as we eat the bread our hearts can't forget.
We are the sign of your life with us yet,
we are yours, we are yours.
2 Your holy people standing washed in your blood,
Spirit-filled yet hungry we await your food.
We are poor, but we've brought ourselves
the best that we could;
we are yours, we are yours.
