I was born condemned
For in my veins
Ran the blood of rebellion
Against the King who reigns
Awaiting my fate
And hiding in shame
Not seeking for mercy
The Kings evangelist came
His knock at the door
Brought fear to my heart
I knew I deserved it
I’d been lame from the start
Prostrate before Him
My head bowed low
I said, “Here is your servant!”
Expecting the blow
“Do not fear!”
Were the words of the King
You’ll eat at my table
Though nothing you bring
For there is one whom I loved
He stood between you and Me
For His sake I love you
As if you were He
Now Jerusalem is my home
With the King I dine
His table nourishing me
With His bread and wine
All praise to the King!
My lame feet remind
That I never sought Him,
It was me He did find.