Mercy Keeps Coming

 Grateful I am, of your presence oh Lord.

For morning by morning, I will bow to you God.

Up will I rise and overcome my fears.

For hope in the day, will bring me no tears.


The touch of your hand, as you give your command.

The sweet words you whisper, are my reason to stand.

Where you lead, I will go.

For there are seeds for to sow.

Withholding nothing, you are my meat that I know.


Pride is aside and buried in the grave.

For mercy keeps coming, when my banner is waved.

The weaving on tapestry and linen is laid.

To cover my nakedness, because of the price you paid.


I dream of the day, when I look upon your face.

And I hope to embrace you and thank you for grace.

I weep in adoration as humbly I pray.

For love ever softly, will always make a way.





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