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Mephibosheth! Mephibosheth!

by Margaret Cagle

To say Mephibosheth makes my tongue tickle.
If you can spell it, I'll give you a nickel.
Listen, my child, and you shall hear.
About a crippled son of Jonathan so dear.

Mephibosheth, Mephibosheth came from afar.
Yes, from way down yonder in Lodebar.
He stood before the King, scared as could be.
He thought,"I will surely hang on a tree."

He fell to his face, and King David said,
I'll be kind to you 'cause your daddy's dead.
Bowing down, he said, "I don't deserve this.
Is there something here that I did miss?"

"No, it's nothing good that you have done.
It is because you are Jonathan's son.
In my palace, a new home you can take,
And it's all because of Jonathan's sake."

Poor Mephibosheth was lame on his feet.
A more thankful man, you'll never meet.
He could not work because he wasn't able,
But he was fed daily from the King's table.

God sent His Son to die for us all.
He will save you if upon Him you call.
To a home in Heaven one day you'll awake,
And it's all because of Jesus' sake.

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