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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... |
