Tripping, stumbling, wandering,

Dusty, gritty, and dirty,

Parched mouth, fumbling hands,

Eyes darkened, blinded

Hustle, bustle, tossed here and there,

Stamping crowds, a thousand

Murmuring voices of disharmony.

Fallen, beggar, wounded, lost,

Sinful, sitting by the wayside,

Two-fold aspect of being

Eternally woven and bound,

Earthen body – immaterial spirit

Sightless windows, eyes veiled,

Trampled underfoot on stony paths,

Breathless, heaving, barely a sigh,

Have mercy,

Lord Jesus, have mercy

Jesus, Son of David,

Have mercy on me.

On press the chaotic discordant voices,

Flooding the silent canvas of the air,

Saturating cataract to soul’s recesses

Helpless my struggling pleas are drown,

Under billows of chattering masses,

Stifling and mocking my faint cry,

Distant now the Master treads,

And who will hear my waning words,

Have mercy,

Please, Lord Jesus,

Sweetest Lord Jesus,

Have mercy on me.

Watery scars on scorched cheeks,

Dropping embers of a burning furnace,

Furrows cut deep with soiled hands,

On stony heart and a callous spirit,

The twilight shadow of mortal nothingness,

I alone merit, outcast by God and man,

Yet, reverberate within the fathomless abyss,

Harden forged, bursting forth faith ablaze,

Have mercy

Brilliant Light of Eternal Day,

You alone have words of life,

Have mercy on me.