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.