We are set apart and given a name
A peculiar people defined by a cross
A paradox in a world that seeks fame
While we’re called to count all things as loss
Called to serve the least of these
And in mercy to find rest
Then righteous fruit will yield its peace
And the heart of Christ is blessed
May mercy ever mark me
Let compassion be complete
We will touch the heart of Jesus
When we fall upon, when we call upon our mercy seat.
To reach into
God’s foolish scheme
To find wisdom yet unknown
To see this all surpassing dream
As more important than our own
To turn our eyes to heaven above
And find glory where’er you are
To seek there the face of Love
And healing in the scars
May mercy ever mark me
Let compassion be complete
We will touch the heart of Jesus
When we fall upon, when we call upon our mercy seat.
Anthony Foster
July 26, 2012
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