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