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?
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