The water rose today,
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The river with the rain
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Memories and picture frames
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Are floating miles away.
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Through the wreckage and the mud,
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The ruins after the flood,
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She survived at 91, hmm
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Some would have given up
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Drowning in their tears
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But on her wrinkled face
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A smile appeared.
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When you face your greatest fear
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Losing all that you hold near
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Open up your eyes my dear,
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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The call I couldn't take,
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Unbearable mistakes
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A brilliant mind that fades away
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A baby doll beside the grave
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When you face your greatest fear
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Losing all that you hold near
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Open up your eyes my dear
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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I would have given up, drowning in my tears
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If it wasn't for your voice all these years
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When you face your greatest fear
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Losing all that you hold near
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Open up your eyes my dear
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My dear
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That's when boundless grace appears
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Unseen angels hover near
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Saints are singing loud and clear
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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Oh how mercy looks from here.
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The water rose today...
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How Mercy Looks From Here
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| Amy Grant |
