I've this sinking feeling i'm before your throne
And these songs i have been singing well they're empty in my throat
As this plate comes by i realize i'm close to the fire but i'm still cold
And what once was juice and crackers now becomes my only hope
This cup is not enough i must be washed in your sweet blood
And stale bread it just won't do tonight
Oh and in my unworthy state i kneel before your loving grace
And wish that i could see your face in mine
I am reeling, realization i'm before your throne
And deserving condemnation you make mine your own
Could this be my true communion you and i here face to face
If i'm dreaming let me dream, oh let me never ever wake