Mercy Grace Hope

How many times have you spoken to me And I pretended not to listen Even tapped me on the shoulder a time or two I looked the other way pretending not to feel it A little suffering to get my attention But you always rescued me and I knew it I didn’t want to admit it I was losing to a fool’s dream I ran here I ran there like a convict escaping from jail Even in my escape looking for a hideout the hounds could be heard getting closer Like a criminal you handcuffed me with mercy and grace and hope And released me like Noah’s dove And I went looking for an olive branch Confusion was my enemy so I prayed So I prayed for an answer And what was your answer And you sent me those whose roof was the sky Their bed of concrete and any spare change sounded like manna from heaven You called me back and I picked up the phone To hear Your voice again Frank Black Blacharczyk (July 9 2020)