Mercy on the Dead

Here is a Christmas song I wrote my first Christmas at Redeemer, Indianapolis in December 2007. I recorded it in our upper room when it was still a home studio (now its a bedroom for one of our students) and Sarah joined in to give it some harmony. Hope this gets you in the Christmas spirit. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Mercy on the Dead (listen) (chord chart)

Weary from the hardened roads and rejected as a stranger, No room to deliver Life for the mother of our savior, Lonely, not but just a prayer to have strength to bear our Maker, Struggling in the pains of birth hoping God would show his favor.

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!

Dull ears and a broken cup was the people that you came to, Thieves hiding inside your house where the dark could not perceive you, No life and a withered branch was the garden that you came to, Hail, coals and the cup of wrath, that you bore to make all things new.

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!

The Holy One bends down to dust, He speaks our name, He calls to us, “Come out, My Child!  You’re mine forever!”

Oh have mercy on the dead! Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground. And where you find nothing left, Raise up your children!