Hands Of Mercy

HANDS OF MERCY - Written by Carroll Bryant

Strangers walk among us without faces wearing hats
In the hands of mercy we stand against attacks
First they become neighbors and then they are your friends
Only to discover they’re the enemy within

And I will take you there if you really want to go there
To a place called hell, I will take you and you know it
And I will know your smell; with my eyes closed I will know you
Burn your flesh I fear and make love to your spirit

Danger’s in our presence in the guise of faithful lords
In the hands of mercy we shall die from our own swords
First they start to panic then hysteria sets in
Only to uncover a plot to marry sins

And I will take you there if you really want to go there
To a place called hell, I will take you and you know it
And I will know your smell; with my eyes closed I will know you
Burn your flesh I fear and make love to your spirit

Go behind the meaning, stand beside your reason
Call upon your president to lead you to your kingdom

Turn away from warnings, bow to those in mourning
Call upon your precedence to lead you to your victory

And you will die … in the hands of mercy
You will cry … but the heart will show no mercy
You will fly … on the wings that haven’t mercy
You will die … in the hands of mercy

You will die … surely die
And you will die … surely die

In the hands of mercy