It was a scandal, don't you know,
when she rose up and stood to show
how loose and uncaged she could be,
O, mercy me, what do we see?
She fled to a faraway land,
lived above the simple white sand,
wild, windy and finally free,
O, mercy me, what will we see?
Hunted by her father's henchmen,
She would never be clear again,
God in heaven please hear my plea!
O, mercy me, what do we see?
She promised to never go back,
she followed the lonely dirt tract
to the edge of the stormy sea,
O, mercy me, what will we see?
I saw Jesus Today
I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat!
I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head.
I saw Jesus today
In my neighbor’s house…
Frail… sickly… He has no money for hospital.
I saw Jesus today
In the church…
He could not pay his school fees.
I saw Jesus today
Yet still at the church
He has nothing to feed His children as He walked home , head bow and dejected.
I saw Him… I always see Him .
Oh yes, I saw him, yet again in my child’s school, with a torn uniform and a worn out sandals!
I saw Him, I always see Him.
But a number of times, I see him, but I did not know Him.
Yet oftentimes I see Him, I did not discern Him.
Many atimes, I encountered Him, but I did not have an encounter with Him.
Lord can you have mercy on me?
I saw Jesus Today
I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat!
I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head.
I saw Jesus today
In my neighbor’s house…
Frail… sickly… He has no money for hospital.
I saw Jesus today
In the church…
He could not pay his school fees.
I saw Jesus today
Yet still at the church
He has nothing to feed His children as He walked home , head bow and dejected.
I saw Him… I always see Him .
Oh yes, I saw him, yet again in my child’s school, with a torn uniform and a worn out sandals!
I saw Him, I always see Him.
But a number of times, I see him, but I did not know Him.
Yet oftentimes I see Him, I did not discern Him.
Many atimes, I encountered Him, but I did not have an encounter with Him.
Lord can you have mercy on me?
O mercy me—
I need you Jesus!
To help me see
O mercy me
You hold the key,
And never leave us…
O mercy me—
I need you Jesus!
Different story - sound same, so no one hears
The screams of her soul falls on deaf ears
A river of tears flow and they may never dry
But nobody sees her cry, she locks herself inside
Past scars of pain, bruises that may never heal
She lives of her dreams and ceases to feel
Goes through life acting like some kind of machine
And every sincere emotion is reduced to a scene
The dark is her armor
The moon her only friend
Devoid of any thought, any thought that makes sense.
Ghosts of memories and relics of hope
Is all that's left, now her heart is so cold
She holds her head above water
And strives to survive
Praying for tomorrow
Searching for peace of mind
Mercy me what have I done?
I saw my daddy shoot his gun.
Heard a noise at night, and brought him out.
Him, his flashlight and his 410 no doubt.
An armadillo's what I heard,
It wasn't a cat, or a dog or a bird.
The flashlight's beam shown on his head,
He raised up, and boom! The armadillo's dead!
Mercy me, look what daddy's done!
He shot an armadillo with his gun!
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