i have carried this pain
on a back bruised, nearly broken
i'm crying out to you.
i will sing of your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy.
when death like a gypsy
comes to steal what i love
i will still look to the heavens
i will still seek Your face.
but i fear You aren't listening
because there are no words
just the stillness and a hunger
for a faith that assures.
while we wait for the rescue
with our eyes tightly shut
face to the ground using our hands
to cover the fatal cut.
and though the pain is an ocean
tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
higher mountains have come down.
o Lord, sing of your mercy
Mercy
Your mercy.
--jars of clay (they've nailed it again)
sigh...
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