Merciful God, be not merciful to us.
When we prefer the lie.
Be harsh to us, awaken us.
To hear those who cry.
Save us from cheap words.
That take your name in vain.
While bullets fly and people die
In noise and smoke and pain.
Merciful God, unto the dead and dying.
Be close and kind, with mercy untold.
But unto us who must decide.
Be not merciful, until truth shall unfold.
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