Communion
Soul's Communion: A Journey of Redemption and Divine Longing
Lyrics
I've this sinking, feeling
I feel a deep sense of sinking.
I'm before your throne
I feel as if I am in front of your majestic presence.
And these songs, I have been singing
The songs I've been singing lack fulfillment and meaning.
Well they're empty in my throat
The songs feel empty and unsatisfying in my throat.
As this plate comes by I realize I'm next to the fire but I'm still cold
As the offering plate passes, I realize my proximity to spiritual warmth, yet I still feel cold.
And what once was juice and crackers now becomes my only hope
What used to be symbolic (juice and crackers) now becomes my sole source of hope.
'Cause this cup is not enough
The symbolic cup is not sufficient; I need to be cleansed in your redeeming blood.
I must be washed in your sweet blood
I need more than just a ritual; I need a deep, transformative experience.
And stale bread it just won't do tonight
Stale bread is inadequate for the spiritual experience I seek tonight.
Oh and in my unworthy state I kneel before your loving grace
In my unworthy state, I humbly kneel before your loving grace.
And wish that I could see your face in mine
I long to see your face reflected in mine.
I am reeling, realization
I am overwhelmed with realization.
I've come before your throne
I find myself in front of your majestic presence once again.
And deserving, condemnation
I acknowledge my deserving of condemnation.
You make mine your own
You make my condemnation your own.
Could this be my true communion you and I here face to face
Could this intense experience be our true communion, where we meet face to face?
If I'm dreaming let me dream, oh let me never ever wake
If this is a dream, let me continue dreaming and never wake up.
'Cause this cup is not enough
The symbolic cup alone is insufficient; I need to be immersed in your redeeming blood.
I must be washed in your sweet blood
I need a more profound, transformative experience, not just a symbolic act.
And stale bread it just won't do tonight
Stale bread is not suitable for the spiritual encounter I seek tonight.
Oh and in my unworthy state I kneel before your loving grace
In my unworthy state, I humbly kneel before your loving grace once again.
And wish that I could see your face in mine
I yearn to see your face reflected in mine.
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