Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mercy on Me, artist - Sho Baraka. Date of issue: 29.03.2010
Song language: English
Mercy on Me |
| Lord, Lord you know I tried |
| When I should have been strong I cried |
| When I should have helped I walked on by |
| When I should have told the truth I straight up lied |
| I know your love has set me free |
| But I keep on putting you up on that tree |
| Oh Lord, Have your mercy on me |
| Loving father put you grace on me, on me |
| Tre’s nerves are bubbling, juggling jobs, avoid hustling |
| Hard trusting in God, cuz' now he’s struggling |
| TV’s throwing lust at him, Corners boys punking him |
| Wife wants to fuss with him, LORD keep touching him |
| He might return to street life, But he’ll fight will all he can |
| But if they test him again, He would hate to have kill a man |
| The pressure he can’t handle it, he’s lost ways to channel it |
| He might Black out, Then he has to be in anger management |
| His common problem, his values aren’t- matching wallet |
| He’s praying but still jobless, his faith used to keep him honest |
| He’s got visions of bad decisions that are void of godly wisdom |
| So this one bad decision will most likely land him in prison |
| So a week from now, He’ll be at a Bank in town |
| He’ll be yelling get down, with some other clowns, waving a gun around |
| He’ll succeed ducking the cops and leaving with profits |
| But he’ll have problems dodging all the guilt that’s working on his conscious |
| Put Grace on me, on me (3 times) |
| Loving Father |
| Put your Mercy on me, on me (3 times) |
| Loving Father Put you Mercy on me, on me |
| Jane feeling the pain, like razors are in her vein |
| A year since the cancer came, her faith and frame has changed |
| Chemo and pain killers, the disdain gets realer |
| Her Hope becomes thinner, from all the news that they give her/ |
| She taking the news with caution, she knows that the Lords awesome |
| But often there’s pauses, of the loses and of what death cost us |
| Is it worth fighting she nauseous, plus the hospital charges |
| She’s heard there’s light in the tunnel but all she sees is Darkness |
| No one is feeling her burden, they just keep giving her sermons |
| If they listened with more discernment, they could tell she’s hurting |
| Her speech is just an illusion, she’s scared of the end conclusion |
| If she shares her doubt- she feels her image may become ruined |
| Shes holding her fears in, tears in, She’ll be dead by years in |
| Shes not thinking through how God forgives sins |
| Until then her nights are long, alone, faking strong |
| The corner of her heart, This will be her song, sing |
| How often we go thru the motions, up and down rollercoasting |
| Scared to admit were hurting, nervous thoughts of perversion |
| This culture we’ve built is perfect, were saying his death was worthless |
| Not to concerned with worship as along we do our churchin |
| Were decorating our person, just to continue a lies |
| Or shortcomings we hide, with a shallow disguise |
| To prove we got it together, to make it seem like were better |
| Than friends, fam whoever, we take some extreme measures |
| We have a desire to add, to the grace that we have |
| Were never content with our lives, we operate within pride |
| We hate to seem dependant, but that’s the way that he intended |
| Humans made in his image, built to live in the tension |
| Learn wisdom, we were distant his love we didn’t deserve it |
| We confess we were worthless, then break our backs trying to earn it |
| Without you I’m, helpless, weak, my existence is bleak |
| I refuse to proceed without your grace and mercy on me |