Mercy Triumph – Josh Garrels

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
I’m talking about the whispers of the Holy Spirit
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 take 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
And now the pen is on the paper but we don’t know how to write

Have mercy on me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free
Have mercy on me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free

I believe
But I’ve still got 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 soul’s informed and I 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 me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free
Have mercy on me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free
Have mercy on me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free
Have mercy on me
Cause I believe You’re the one, the son, who’s come to set us free