Leeland was, I am told, 17 years old when he wrote this song. I wonder how he already understood the beauty of being the made the guest of honor in a place you don’t even feel you belong?
“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.” Psalm 23. 5 NKJV
I know what it is to have been carried. I have been carried.
NOTE: The actual recording is one of my favorite songs. I could only find the recording with pictures. It does show up as a link when the song is through if you’re interested in a less busy rendition.