In the Arms of Mercy
Merciful father,
you carried me through
when i was weak.
You understood my tears
as if they could speak,
You bottled them up
for yours to keep.
I am a wretched sinner,
my flesh it reeks!!!
Self pleasure,
is what i seek.
I do things,
i do not want to do,
I do not do,
the things i ought to do.
My childhood was interupted,
my innocence abducted,
Leaving my trust
in others a little....
reluctant.
Then i think,
of all you have done for me,
how you gave
your only son for me,
who shed his blood
so i could be free!!!
degraded,
beaten,
spit on,
on the account of me.
Beaten beyond reconition,
he paid my admission,
Never uttering one word,
of grief,
he suffered,
that i might have relief.
He died expressing his love,
for me.
I wonder was it my face,
he could see?
At that moment,
was he thinking of me?
His mercy so kind,
it never let go,
on the cross of calvery,
his love he did show.
I am so gratful,
that his mercy said no,
i'm never going to let her go
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