As your mercy falls.

In dark pits,

and in dropwise bits,

tears flow freely…


In quiet ambiance,

and in thoughts of fervency,

are myriad questions,


Down in the dumps,

Beyond all arms,

even beyond poetic alms,

I wish you were here in the calm.


But Lord as the thunder rolls,

And as your mercy falls,

I raise my hands in aim,

To praise you who is of all.

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