
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me,
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live,
I was made to love; I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope is coming for me
Hope is coming for me
Hope is coming for me
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
For me
For me
For me..