Sam & I AM

I should have been ashes, scattered and gone,
a forgotten verse in a half-sung song.
But mercy wrote stanzas the fire erased,
painted new lines with the brushstrokes of grace.

Mercy is water where deserts remain,
a soft-spoken balm for a soul full of pain.
It finds you at midnight, when shadows don’t sleep,
and gathers your fragments that secrets still keep.

It lingers like echoes where sorrow once stayed,
a hand in the darkness, a debt fully paid.
It bends what was broken, restores what was lost,
a gift with no measure, not counting the cost.

It moves through the silence, it steadies the fall,
a voice in the chaos, a covering call.
It treasures the pieces the world threw away,
and breathes them to life each and every day. 

It softens the verdict, it loosens the chain,
it washes the wounds others left as a stain.
It whispers of gardens where wild rivers run,
and promises shadows will break in the sun.

It stood in the fire when the flames reached high,
shielding my spirit though I should have died.
It caught every tear that betrayal had sown,
reminding my soul I was never alone.

It traced every scar that my story had drawn,
yet told me those marks were where healing was born.
It painted my failures with mercy’s embrace,
and dressed them in garments of radiant grace.

It met me in alleys, invisible cages, in fear,
a presence unshaken that drew itself near.
It held me when choices had shattered my name,
and still wrapped my failures in infinite flame.

It covered the nights when I wanted to hide,
when shame built its fortress and locked me inside.
It cracked through the walls with a promising glow,
a mercy unending that taught me to grow.

It followed my footsteps when I tried to flee,
it waited with patience to set my soul free.
It carried me further than my eyes could see,
And until Grace took my hand, God had mercy on me.