Mephibosheth

Come, sit at the table, my place is set
For I am Mephibosheth
Come let me tell you of all that's been done for me
You'll hear a tale of how mercy prevailed in my life
Though great were my misfortunes
All that I am will never forget who I was

I was the grandson of Saul
But then I was no one
Left with no other boast
But the man now on the throne

Oh, how can it be?
Oh, what kind of king would show grace to his enemy?
Searching to find me, the least of the least
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Who could believe there would be a Redeemer for me?
I'm no longer a tragedy
This is my story

Yes, you heard me rightly, I once was the scion of royalty
But then I was orphaned
With nothing to show for my name but two broken legs
You can imagine the fear that I felt when he sent for me
Fom Jerusalem
What is the worth of a life such as mine?

"You are Jonathan's son," he said
"Don't be afraid"
"There is a place at this table for you
All of your days"

Oh, how can it be?
Oh, what kind of king would show grace to his enemy?
Searching to find me, the least of the least
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Who could believe there would be a Redeemer for me?
I'm no longer a tragedy
This is my story

(Story)

Who is this King?
Who delights to show favor to those who can't earn it?
And who am I?
But the most undeserving of His kindness to me?
Just leave me on my knees

Oh, how can it be?
Oh, what kind of king would show grace to me?
Searching to find the least of the least

Who could believe there would be a Redeemer for me?
I'm no longer a tragedy
This is my story

How can it be?
Oh, what kind of king would show grace to his enemy?
Searching to find me, the least of the least
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Who could believe there would be a Redeemer for me?
I'm no longer a tragedy
This is my story



Credits
Writer(s): Theresa Ann Lindell
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