Mercy Found Me
I was wallowing in weariness and woe,
Troubled, yet threading on thorns and thistle;
Crying in pains… I was caged in a cruel castle
The tempters’ team kept stepping on my tender toe.
I was lured to love the luggage of lies.
Sin and self soiled my soul with dirt and dross.
I kept crawling while I carried the cruel, crooked cross.
I lost my sight… I couldn't see the signs in the skies.
I lost God’s glorious glee and glow.
All hope was lost, I was helpless and cheerless.
I was faced with a foe that was forceful and fearless.
It was a sour season, I was stained, sick and slow.
I went to Calvary and laid down my sinful sack.
I rolled in dust and ashes, saying, I ‘m sincerely sorry..
Pleading and praying to get God’s grace and glory.
Mercy found me, saved me and put me back on track.
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