You spoke in fields and foreign tongues
Counted sparrows, counted sons
Asked a world that would not see
What kind of king you claimed to be
You asked a question still undone
Echoed long before it's done
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
See the dust I'm made of, understand
I'm reaching with these empty hands
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
You stood and asked with fire and breath
Can these bones rise out of death?
Valleys shook beneath your word
Dry ground listened, life was heard
You wept graves you knew would break
Called out names the dead would wake
Power dressed in human skin
Glory wrapped in suffering
Still the question scans the land
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
Breathe your life where I still stand
I am aching for your promised land
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
You warned of days when love grows cold
Hearts grow hard and faith grows old
Said when you return again
Few will stand but still you'll come
You asked if faith will still remain
When truth is traded for a name
When lamps burn low and oil's thin
When the waiting wears us in
Still the clock keeps writing for us
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
Find your faithful where I am
Though the night is closer than
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
You are coming on the clouds
One in silence, not in doubt
Every eye will see the scars
The suffering king, the morning star
Judgment true and mercy wide
Nations fall and saints arise
Still my heart before you stands
Whispering the same command
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
Let me rise when you command
Come if asked, when worlds collapse
Have mercy on me, oh
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
See the dust I'm made of, understand
I'm reaching with these empty hands
Have mercy on me, oh Son of Man
Oh Son of Man
Come quickly, oh Son of Man
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