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