Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

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;

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