“Because of the tender mercy of our God,
the dawn from on high will break upon us,
to shine upon those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
– Luke 1: 78-79
from Zechariah’s prophecy
how loved are we
that the maker of rainbows
the carver of mountains
the sculptor of flowers
has tender mercy toward us
tender as a new mother
hovering over her new baby
ready to provide us what is needed
to flood our lives with light
to guide our choices toward peace
how loved are we
and forgiven
washed clean
made free to be
that tender mercy
toward other frail humans
faulty as we
as prone to wander
yet equally worthy of love
needing to be shown
that they too can be mercy
for others
the deep soul truth
of being beloved
can only be compassioned into a person
there is no other way
that they can know

This is spare, tender, elegant. I’m glad you write poetry in addition to lyrics.-David Williams
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It is well, with my soul. Peace.
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