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.