The Reverend John DeLore - Mercy lyrics
rate meMercy walks into the room,
boils a pot of tea and wraps her hands around the cup.
While she waits for it to cool,
I try to wrap my mind around her.
Mercy leads me to her room.
There is dust upon a picture frame.
People die and they are born.
Who could ever ask for more?
Mercy is calling me.
And I strain to hear the sound.
Mercy is on the line.
Mercy is on the line.
Mercy opens up a book.
I open up my mouth but nothing good comes out.
So I lay my troubles down, and my blessings all pour out.
Mercy is calling me.
And I strain to hear the sound.
Mercy's on the line.
Mercy is on the line.