Plainsmen Worship - Mercy

All within me
God, You see clearly
Each wicked deed
Where sin runs freely

Though we may fall
You cannot stumble
Oh, Lord of all
Come make us humble

Oh, God come take what's tattered
Fix what we have shattered
Every broken thing our hands have made

You come singing mercy
Restoring us to glory
The glory of Your grace to remain

Your love bold
So rich in mercy
Oh God of old
Our burdens carried

Your love bold
So rich in mercy
Oh God of old
Our burdens carried

Oh, God come take what's tattered
Fix what we have shattered
Every broken thing our hands have made

You come singing mercy
Restoring us to glory
The glory of Your grace to remain

Your Son went to death
Though we're just a breath
Unworthy of all Your goodness
All You gave away

Now death has no hold
No fear in my soul
Your grace now is calling us to never be the same
Your Son went to death
Though we're just a breath
Unworthy of all Your goodness
All You gave away

Now death has no hold
No fear in my soul
Your grace now is calling us to never be the same

Never be the same
Never be the same
Never be the same
Never be the same

Oh, God come take what's tattered
Fix what we have shattered
Every broken thing our hands have made

You come singing mercy
Restoring us to glory
The glory of Your grace to remain

Written by:
Bethany Johnson, Caleb Rains, Joshua Olson

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