Mephibosheth

Based on 2 Samuel 19:28 O Savior at Your feet I kneel So humbled by Your grace That you would come my soul to heal To meet me face to face Whene’er You meet me in this way My thoughts and strength soon flee I see how weak I am; I pray “O King, You look on me?” For I and all my house were dead Before my Lord the King Yet You have tasted death instead And rose to end death’s sting Because of love, an oath You made With Abram long ago That oath, that love, shall never fade That love You’ve made me know Because of You, I’m still alive I’m filled from Your supplies Your hope and peace have made me thrive You’ve always heard my cries You give me hope, eternal light Beneath your wings I sing So how could I still have the right To cry unto the King?