Wounded and forsaken    I was shattered by the fall    Broken and forgotten    Feeling lost and all alone    Summoned by the King    Into the Master’s courts    Lifted by the Savior    And cradled in His arms       I was carried to the table    Seated where I don’t belong    Carried to the table    Swept away by His love    And I don’t see my brokenness anymore    When I’m seated at the table of the Lord    I’m carried to the table    The table of the Lord       Fighting thoughts of fear    And wondering why He called my name    Am I good enough to share this cup    This world has left me lame    Even in my weakness    The Savior called my name    In His Holy presence    I’m healed and unashamed       You carried me, my God    You carried me