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
