The Reverend John DeLore - Mercy lyrics

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Mercy 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.