At the Table - Josh Garrels

I went the ways of wayward winds

In a world of trouble and sin

Walked a long and crooked mile

Behind a million rank and file

Forgot where I came from

Somewhere back when I was young

I was a good man’s child

‘Cause I lost some nameless things

My innocence flew away from me She had to hide her face from my desire

To embrace forbidden fire

But at night I dream

She’s singing over me Oh, oh, my child

Come on home, home to me And I will hold you in my arms

And joyful be There will always, always be A place for you at my table

Return to me Wondering where I might begin

Hear a voice upon the wind

She’s singing faint but singing true

Son, there ain’t nothing you can do But listen close and follow me

I’ll take you where you’re meant to be Just don’t lose faith

So I put my hand upon the plow

Wipe the sweat up from my brow

Plant the good seed along the way

As I look forward to the day

When at last I see

My Father run to me Singing oh, my child

Come on home, home to me And I will hold you in my arms

And joyful be There will always, always be A place for you at my table

Return to me My child