Dead Dog No More

Lo-debar... Living in the land of no pasture. I was a dead dog. I was a runaway.

Mephibosheth hiding in the dust and the gray Crippled in the feet, scared to see the day Grandson of a King, but enemies took the throne Expecting the sword to cut him to the bone But the King said "Fetch him," dragged him from the floor Said, "For Jonathan’s sake, you don't weep no more."

Oh, He could have treated us like servants Could have left us in the field to die But He set a table for the broken And lifted up the weary head to cry: "You ain’t a slave, child! You ain't a dead dog no more! Hide your limping feet beneath my table You are the son I was waiting for."

Paul the aged, sitting in his chains Writing for a slave who ran from all his pains Onesimus the thief, useless and afraid But the debt is covered, the ransom has been paid Paul said, "Charge it to me! Put it on my account! Love is the currency, mercy is the amount." Not a piece of property, not a tool to use But a brother in the blood, with nothing left to lose.

(He took the debt) He took the debt! (He gave the robe) He gave the robe! (I was a fugitive) A fugitive! (Now I am home) Now I am home! Grace breaks the gavel, Grace breaks the law The most scandalous mercy that you ever saw.

Oh, He could have treated us like servants Could have left us in the field to die But He set a table for the broken And lifted up the weary head to cry: "You ain’t a slave, child! You ain't a dead dog no more! Hide your limping feet beneath my table You are the son I was waiting for."

Useful... I am useful now. Sitting at the table. Covered by the King.