Small Mercies
He holds his head and lifts his eyes to the sky
Where are you when i need you Lord.. Rama
He intones the creator in a strange tongue
Rama karama ye na shaka yo... Rama
He offers supplication in a strange tongue
Actually its as if the words are coming out
From a well a cistern of his soul.. deep inside
He continues his supplication and in his minds eye
He exits the third heaven approaching the throne
The throne of mercy is unveiled and he enters
In worship he is dedicated and in prayer
He gains transcendence.. to the throne
We thank the Lord for small mercies and favor
We thank the Lord for the unveiling of the throne
The throne of mercy in the transcendental realm
We intone in worship thankful for small mercies
(His mercies are new each morning.. He is Jehovah Roi)
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