Chosen at the Table

I am not who the world says I am

I am not defined by what I did

I am chosen, adopted,

a son of the King That's my identity,

that's everything

I used to call myself a sinner by name

Wearing my shame like a coat of blame

But He calls me saint,

that's who I am

Sinner no more, a saint by His grace

I have a place at His table

I am His son,

that is who I am

I'm not earning it,

I'm learning to live in it I have a place at His

table

(yes I do!)

Faith comes before the works I do

The works don't earn me a place with You

They're the showing,

not the earning, Lord Faith first,

then the fruit, that's Your Word

I abide in the Vine,

I live in Your grace Not striving,

not straining, just seeking Your face Your Spirit fills me,

Your love fills my cup

I abide in Your grace,

and I never run dry

When I blow it,

I confess and come back My seat is still waiting,

I never lost it And the cup overflows,

Your love spills out

Grace is how it comes,

love is what it is

I surrender my will,

I lay it all down

I don't obey to earn it,

I obey because I'm Yours Surrender first,

then obedience follows Because I'm a son,

not because I have to

(I am a son)

(not because I have to)