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Chanting Mercy's Work

by Clinton Herring © 2024

In death, we're born; our lives seem torn; where's hope for man on earth?
We walk in scorn, yes tired and worn; we fail, do we have worth?

The Son, no groan from whips, no moan, He died for us instead.
No broken bone, now laid on stone; the cross - our lives He wed.

For us, He cries; His work broke lies; cast sins from east to west.
With blood, He buys, yes, mercy eyes; He grants us all His best.

He took on death; He's endless breath; He rose triumphant, sure.
New life bequeath; we're back from death, His righteous blood our cure!

For mercy rains; covers our stains, a gift From God on high.
Where mercy reigns, it never wanes: His love does answer "Why?"

So faith's our rope that brings us hope, the work is all our Lord's.
This life we cope, we cross death's slope - hearts with musical chords.

Our heart's hit highs with endless rise, with Him now and ever!
Our grateful eyes meet loving eyes - praise to God forever!

This poem was a finalist in the March 2024 poetry contest

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