Mefibosete

Who believes that a king
Would care about a commoner, unknown
Disabled and unable to walk
Being forgotten in Lodebar
A destitute
Someone would never grant
That the king would accept to receive a crippled
But the impossible happened
The king sent for and received
Mephibosheth, Saul's grandson, the despised

Who believes that the king sent for
Who believes that he is waiting for you
Who believes that he has already ordered
A place at his table
Who believes that he went to Lodebar
And he already sent for the little one
Who believes that he put an end
To the reign of sadness

Maybe you are in Lodebar
Someone forgot you in this place
Of suffering
No one cares about you
And where you are, no one sees you
At this moment
But know that the king has not forgotten you
He will restore what is yours, in due time
And even if it seems impossible
He will make the invisible visible
The angel of the Lord is about to arrive, so close