Look who gathers at Christ's table!
Hear the stories that they bring.
Some are weeping; some are laughing;
some have songs they want to sing.
Others ask why they're invited,
burdened by the wrong the've done.
Christ insists they all are welcome.
there is room for ev'ryone.

Clouds of light surround the table;
Ancient followers appear,
saints confessing how they wrestled
with their guilt, their doubt and fear.
Peter tells of his denying
Christ was ever in his sight;
Paul relates his fruitless effort
to obliterate the light.

Their sad stories are repeated
in the thousand diff'rent ways,
but they share one thing in common:
they are end in thanks and praise
for the host who has invited
north and south and east and west
to converge around this table,
where all life is fed and blest.

Bring your joy and bring your sadness,
and prepare to be surprised
by the host whose hands are wounded,
who will open wide your eyes
when he blesses bread and breaks it–
trut and manna from above!–
and then passes wine that wakens
in your hear the taste of love.