Mephibosheth

Been meditating on this story for a while now...so much in it. I may blog about it later. Until then here is my attempt at poeticising the story. Enjoy!

Mephibosheth

Far away in desolation

Lives a man in desperation
Far from where he should have made a home
In him was a king’s descendant
Should have lived in rich resplendence
With royal robes and kingly crown and throne

Instead he hides in distant pastures
Crippled from his past disasters
Carrying the weight of fear and shame
Dependant on another’s favour
With a burden none would savour
Hoping no-one ever learns his name

Then one day a king comes seeking
Summons him to royal meeting
Beckons him and calls him by his name
Falling on his knees before him
Trembling mind and heart implore him
‘Who am I that you would give me aid?’

Answering his apprehension
With such loyal, kind affection-
‘I promised to protect you all my days’
From that day came restoration
Far beyond his expectation
The king fulfilled the covenant he’d made

Humbled in his exaltation
And lavish in his veneration
Welcomed in the presence of the Lord
Now he dwells in royal grandeur
Sits amid such wondrous splendour
Forevermore to worship and adore

Who cannot apply this story to their own life? We are all Mephibosheth - either before he met the king or after. Thankfully I heard the King call my name and I am seated at His table forever. What about you?