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.

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