Plush Satin Heart
Up before the altar,
And with our companions
In a frailty so strong
It binds us.
We're with our companions
In a frailty so strong
It binds us.
Our frailty's so strong
It binds us.
It binds us.
We kneel in a line
Tight drawn together,
Before that sacred,
That white rectangle
That Table of Faith
That Epitome of Being.
Tight drawn together,
Before that sacred,
That white rectangle
That table of faith
That epitome of being.
Before that sacred,
That white rectangle
That table of faith
That epitome of being.
That white rectangle
That table of faith
That epitome of being.
That table of faith
That epitome of being.
Epitome of being.
It’s the target, the homing
Where we all converge
From our separate worlds
And meet in this spot.
Where we all converge
From our separate worlds
And meet in this spot.
From our separate worlds
We meet in this spot.
We meet in this spot.
At this focal dot of a priceless Love
That is ours for the asking
And doesn’t demand a dozen red roses
Or a plush satin heart –
Just, simply, just one that is true.
Love is ours for the asking
And doesn’t demand a dozen red roses
Or a plush satin heart –
Just, simply, just one that is true.
Love doesn’t demand a dozen red roses
Or a plush satin heart –
Just, simply, just one that is true.
Not a plush satin heart –
Just, simply, just one that is true.
And as we commune
With Jesus, with God,
With our soil-bound companions,
We know we are there,
We are home.
With Jesus, with God,
With our soil-bound companions,
We know we are there,
We are home.
With our soil-bound companions,
We know we are there,
We are home.
We know we are there,
We are home.
We are home.