5.Mercy
Mercy walks into the room, boils a pot of tea and wraps her
hands around the cup. While she waits for it to cool, I try to
wrap my mind around her. Mercy leads me to her room. There is
dust upon a picture frame. People die and they are born. Who
could ever ask for more？ Mercy is calling me. And I strain to
hear the sound. Mercy's on the line. Mercy is on the line.
Mercy opens up a book. I open up my mouth but nothing good comes
out. So I lay my troubles down, and my blessings all pour out.
Mercy is calling me. And I strain to hear the sound. Mercy's on
the line. Mercy is on the line.
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