The Power of Mercy

A full calm Moon arises subtlety, and so starts the new day Cloud silhouettes above me yet allowing a gentle light spray A rush as every nerve is aware but not of the simple things Knowing precisely that God is there and the Glory He brings It's kind of like that joke, the one that you had to be there I know not your yoke, but I know that of this He is aware I could tell story upon story, and day upon Glorious Day But you won't know His Glory through what I have to say Everything I've spoken herein, every line that I've said I was never free from sin, but my soul was never dead As in tossing over a rope thinking surely you'd grab hold In Him there is always hope, come in from out in the cold Bare forth your own witness in the praising of His Name Only the Lord can Bless in taking on our sin and shame The ball is in your court, perhaps time to return serve By so not meaning to distort as do none of us deserve Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost;