Have mercy on my soul
oh my Lord.
I have stumbled and I have failed, but I refuse
Lord, I refuse to fall and backslide after You've brought me through.
But still I weep.
I shed my bloody tears
'cause I'm still sufferingly thirsty.
But as I wipe my sullen face of sorrow,
I look up from my griefed and vexed eyes
to see Your golden wings of deliverance.
I see Your light in flight
and my soul is the destination.
I see You Lord,
and I say "Yes."
Yes, to Your loving wide open arms to welcome me.
Yes, I'm coming out from this deep dark pit of a death grave
and I'm coming home to everlasting life in You.
Take me, fly me
on Your chariot wings.
And again I say "Yes."
for I am coming home to You
my sweet Jesus.
Written by Keda Jeantine'
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