Mercy came knocking once, a pale wanderer draped in dawn, with weary eyes and gentle hands, carrying no sword, only the burden of understanding. But the wicked knew not her face. Their hearts were citadels of stone, where compassion died unnamed and every wound became a weapon. They barred the gates. For mercy is a stranger in the hearts of the wicked. She walks their halls unseen, a ghost among shadows, whispering of forgiveness to ears that worship vengeance. They drink from poisoned wells and call bitterness wisdom. They sharpen grief into blades and wear cruelty like a crown. Where mercy offers a bridge, they build a wall. Where mercy kneels, they strike. And so she leaves quietly, taking her light with her, while darkness settles deeper into chambers already cold. The wicked do not fear mercy, they fear what mercy reveals: that beneath their iron masks, beneath their kingdoms of pride, beneath the ruins they call strength, there lives a trembling truth they dare not face. For merc...
I live in turmoil, Lord,
a restless storm within my chest.
The night stretches long and heavy,
and hope grows thin
like the last candle
flickering in the wind.
I cry in silence,
for the world does not hear
the quiet breaking of a soul.
My tears fall softly in the dark,
each one a prayer
too weary to speak aloud.
Oh Lord, remember me.
My days are numbered like fading echoes,
like footprints washed away by the tide.
Time moves quickly through my hands,
And I stand unsure
of where tomorrow leads.
I have nowhere to run,
no refuge built by human hands.
The roads I follow circle back to sorrow,
and the doors I knock on
remain closed to my trembling heart.
Save me, Lord.
Remember me when I am lost in shadow.
Hear my prayer rising from the depths
where words become whispers
and whispers become faith.
For I am also Your child,
though broken and weary.
The breath within me
still carries Your name
even when my strength fades.
Lord, let Your mercy live within me.
Let it move through my being
like light through a darkened room.
Let it soften the storms in my heart
and teach my soul
How to hope again.
Remember me, Lord,
not because I am strong,
but because I am Yours. 🙏✨
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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