Paroles Mercy triumph Josh Garrels

Mercy triumph

You ever walk a mile with a man, got these sticks in our hands, moving over broken land
Across the deserts and the sand, wasteland, to understand the command and the difference
Of the body, mind, flesh, soul, spirit, now tell me if you hear it
You could tell me if you fear it, please brother move near it, don’t let your dark conscience clear it
Please brother move near it don’t let your dark conscience clear it
I’m talking about the whispers of the Holy Spirit
I woke up I’ve had enough of all the fists and the cuffs and prostitutes bluffs
And addictions that never get enough, now the snakes in the rough and heals on his head
Please Lord just crush it, and the venom out my veins, I’ve got a vision in my brain
Mental attack, flashback, half forgotten event, fade to black, warped and bent
Represents the arrangement of connections in my mind It’s the mind of a man soulfully seeking signs, elevated over rhyme, and outside space and time
And if your third eyes blind than you might just miss it, but don’t miss it
Like a ship in the dark looking for a house of light
And like a man with is hands asking heaven for a fight
Now the pen is on the paper but we don’t know how to write

Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free
Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free

But I’ve still questions, for Him
Can anything be everything if everything is hollow, or does living have a reason that put off until tomorrow
Now I’m riding round the bends to the bones of the marrow, finding sorrow with the joy
Like a boy who’s been beat, slashed, torn, and warned not to tell the truth
But now my souls informed and putting it to use
Let’s diffuse, I want to diffuse, the humanistic time bomb compromising truth
Buried alive in their scientific proofs, uncouth evolving sayers of sooth
Have lost their curriculum, agenda, and proof
For the love that’s living in me, and for the dreams that nobody sees
For the broken soul on bended knee and the God that’s gonna answer him powerfully You see, you and me, we don’t amount to much, self-centered intellect is not a power but a crutch Losing touch, with God's reality, taking comfort in manmade philosophy’s
Thinking it’s a speciality, most time fatality, who’s next on the docket

Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free Have mercy on on, cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set up free