Mercy Now

Written by Mary Gauthier My father could use a little mercy now The fruits of his labor Fall and rot slowly on the ground His work is almost over It won't be long and he won't be around I love my father, and he could use some mercy now My brother could use a little mercy now He's a stranger to freedom He's shackled to his fears and doubts The pain that he lives in is Almost more than living will allow I love my bother, and he could use some mercy now My church and my country could use a little mercy now As they sink into a poisoned pit