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The Wellspring of Divine Mercy

In the quiet of our brokenness, a whisper calls,
Divine mercy, soft as rain, on weary hearts it falls.
From the throne of God, a fountain ever flows,
Washing wounds with love where only grace bestows.

No sin too vast, no shadow too deep,
Its gentle tide will find, will hold, will keep.
A father’s gaze, forgiving, warm, and wide,
Embraces all who falter, all who’ve strayed aside.

Mercy sings through time, a hymn of endless care,
In every breath, its promise lingers there.
It lifts the fallen, mends the torn apart,
And writes redemption’s story on the human heart.

O boundless love, that sees beyond our shame,
You call us home, and whisper still our name.
In mercy’s arms, we find the strength to rise,
Reflected in the light of God’s eternal eyes.

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