Mercy Songtext
von Gleaming Spires

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