Many years ago my father was confronted with a situation that required a choice, a hard choice. This poem he wrote was his decision in the midst of the circumstance. Many times we/I must choose HIS way instead of our way as we no longer represent ourselves but Him and His kingdom!
Have mercy unto me he cried-I looked at him and grinned
How could I have mercy -When it's plain to see he'd sinned
Have mercy unto me he cried-I looked; in manner high and sultry
How can I have mercy-He's been taken in adultery
Have mercy unto me he cried-His breath was strong with drink
Have mercy on this drunken fool-Well I don't hardly think
Have mercy unto me she cried-I've sold myself that's true
Well I don't think the Lord and I-Could forgive a wretch like you
Have mercy unto me I cried-As before the Lord I fall
Jesus answered-How can I-When you've had none at all.
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