Mercy

Speak of grace and of duration Lands laid fallow, homes forlorn Speak of holding true to station Carry through the task alone Distant land lies calm and warming Sun shining down upon fine crests Forbidding pathways slowly trodden Lead from lower peaks unto the next Night holds mercy for the weakened A cloak of friends restores our strength Until the dawn a respite Simple dignity presides In memory our plight lies shameless And we give thanks for our new toils Drought and hunger blight left nameless We will work your everlasting soils We call, where is the mercy promised me? Sons of the mighty, of the free We'll see this through one purposed act Fallen heavenly, don't turn back We ask, we plead We ask to forget our burdened past We plead, abate us please For we want no more Than to bask beneath your warming sun We want no more than to thank you For a life that will not drag us down Speak of grace and of duration Speak of holding true to station Speak of friends and of salvation We call, where is the mercy promised me? Sons of the mighty, of the free We've seen this through one purposed act Fallen heavenly, did not turn back