Remembrance (Communion Song) - Matt Redman

Oh, how could it be That my God would welcome me, into this mystery Say take this bread, take this wine Now the simple made divine, for any to receive By Your mercy, we come to Your table By Your grace, You are making us faithful Lord, we remember You And remembrance leads us to worship And as we worship You Our worship leads to communion We respond to Your invitation, we remember You See His body, His blood Know that He has overcome, every trial we will face None too lost to be saved None too broken or ashamed, all are welcome in this place By Your mercy, we come to Your table By Your grace, You are making us faithful Lord, we remember You And remembrance leads us to worship And as we worship You Our worship leads to communion We respond to Your invitation, we remember You Dying You destroyed our death Rising, You restored our life Lord Jesus come in glory Lord Jesus come in glory Lord Jesus come in glory Lord Jesus come in glory Lord, we remember You And remembrance leads us to worship And as we worship You Our worship leads to communion We respond to Your invitation We respond to Your invitation, we remember You

I feel I come from better conditions Buried deep in my mind I forgot Awake my soul I want to find and drink this light Images of the past Other lives and other places Always the same embraces I return to where I've been I take inside a forward movement Involved in desire of consciousness Progress, understand I want to find the keys of the past Remember the past, present, future Memory is a force So many things have happened To me the hardest of all But the gates would never again Be opened to me unless I could bid them open at my Own will and command I feel I come from better conditions (Opened them at my own will and command) Buried deep in my mind I forgot (Opened them at my own will and command) Always the same light, same embraces (Opened them at my own will and command) I take inside a forward movement

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