Mercy
Mercy
Have mercy on me, Lord I cried.
Tho I live, it feels like I died.
The shell you see, naked to the eye.
It’s empty; there’s nothing to hide.
Time is water through my hands,
poured on the ground, it turns to sand.
I bring nothing to this game,
except the burden of my shame.
I carry it all the way home,
my spirit feels it to the bone.
Adrift on my sea of chains,
I see a shore.
Please have mercy,
mercy on me Lord.
4/2010
Copyright © Daniel Hunter | Year Posted 2018
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