MEPHIBOSHETH

Marred; weak; afar; with the opprobrium

Of the rejected race... to catalogue

My blemishes would take too long; in sum

Encompass all in three words - “a dead dog”.

Mercy has reached me; grace has brought me near;

Kindness has given me a prince’s seat

And riches; perfect love has cast out fear:

The King Himself has made my bliss complete.

So if He is rejected in this world,

And the rebellious challenge has been hurled:

“We will not have this Man to reign”, should I

Follow that trend? Surely I must deny

Myself, and, till my Sovereign comes again,

Live in the consciousness that “He must reign”.