The Meal We Could Not Make

Sit beside me now:
there's so much that we've shared,
like the comfort of our doubts
and the safety of despair.

So many promises have just been tricks.
So many remedies have made us sick.
Do you even have it in you
to savor something new?

Take and eat. All the work is done.
Stretch out your feet in the Sabbath sun.
With this bread old ambitions break,
and as we pour the wine,
we feel our hungry hearts awake
to the meal we could not make.

Look around the table. Behold your company.
See the needy and unlovable and many enemies.
I know that peace has never worked before,
but this feast satisfies the thirst for war
for justice has been won and mercy's made us new.

Take and eat. All the work is done.
Stretch out your feet in the Sabbath sun.
With this bread old ambitions break,
and as we pour the wine,
we feel our hungry hearts awake
to the meal we could not make.

Do you recognize me now?
It's been so many years
since you laid me in the ground
and planted me with tears.
We used to joke about the great hereafter,
but He's made each of us a son of laughter,
and that little hope in you
is finally coming true.

Take and eat. All the work is done.
Stretch out your feet in the Sabbath sun.
With this bread old ambitions break,
and as we pour the wine,
we feel our hungry hearts awake
to the meal we could not make.

Oh, take and eat. All the work is done.
Stretch out your feet in the Sabbath sun.
With this bread old ambitions break,
and as we pour the wine,
we feel our hungry hearts awake
to the meal we could not make.