Root of Mercy

Remember
She had a tree
An oak down Thompson Lane
She would kneel and pray there
Till she rose in glory

Leaning limbs and sweeping moss
Over the dusty road
They tell me
How she laid there till she found her peace

At the root of mercy
In the quiet place

Hear me Lord, hide me
Hide me
Hear me Lord, hide me

When the city sends me homе
Weary from dreaming
I remеmber
And I kinda hold my breath
Trying to hear
The street has a different name
But I know this place

At the root of mercy
In the quiet place

Hear me Lord, hide me
Hide me
Remember my children

Hear me Lord, hide me