Mercy

Late Have I Served Thee

Three score and ten,

The days of our years

Approach speedily.

I number the hours

And press down, 

Shake it together, 

Run it over,

Hoping to do 

All the undone,

Trying to atone

For the wasting

Of a lifetime.

From the hungry,

From the stranger,

From the dying,

From the prisoner,

From Him

I hear the whispered,

Blessed word

Of forgiveness.