Mercy holds me

Like a long lost brother

Returning from war

Beaten but not cast down

Head held high

With dignity in every step

Victorious in honour

Highly esteemed 

Though the battle raged

And death was in the air

Grace gave me my marching orders

And to the cross I held dear

Captive to His blood

Where mercy flooded my view

Causing me to see

The place He holds for me