The air was thick and heavy with the sound
Of an old familiar tune
The line moved slowly and with purpose
She moved to the front of the room
Her hands, a little too warm
A light in her sparkling eyes
One more small step and she was there
To receive the bread and the wine

It was the first time she was welcome
At the table she stood
The first time she was invited
And it was good, it was good, good
It was good, it was good, good

Her breath caught, she felt hot
Harsh words echoed in her mind
You’re dirty; your love is wrong, they said
But she looked up into the eyes

Of a kind stranger who offered the bread
She said, this is broken for you
Years of unshed tears started to fall
In the face of this love so true

It was the first time she was welcome
At the table she stood
For the first time she was invited
And it was good, it was good, good
It was good, it was good, good

We lost our innocence in the garden
But not the goodness; not the goodness

It was the first time she was welcome
At the table she stood
The first time she was invited
And it was good, it was good, good
And it was good, it was good, good