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Mercy's Work

by Clinton Herring © 2021

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 eter'l breath.
He rose triumphant sure.
New life bequeath; we're back from death
His righteous blood our cure!

For mercy rains and 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.
Our hearts in musical chords.

Our heart's hit highs with endless rise
We're with Him now and ever!
Our grateful eyes meet merciful eyes.
All praise to God forever!

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