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Student @ Adekunle ajasin university akoko ondo state akungba
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God mercy
<p>*God’s Mercy*
</p><p>
</p><p>God’s mercy is not earned.
</p><p>It finds us in the mess we tried to hide.
</p><p>When we’re tired of pretending,
</p><p>when the weight is too heavy to carry,
</p><p>it meets us right there.
</p><p>
</p><p>Mercy doesn’t shout _you should have known better_.
</p><p>It whispers _come here, you’re still mine_.
</p><p>It covers what we broke,
</p><p>and calls it forgiven.
</p><p>It takes the pieces we threw away
</p><p>and makes them new.
</p><p>
</p><p>It’s the sunrise after a long night.
</p><p>It’s a second chance we didn’t deserve
</p><p>but got anyway.
</p><p>It’s patience when we fail again,
</p><p>and love that doesn’t keep score.
</p><p>
</p><p>God’s mercy is wider than our mistakes,
</p><p>deeper than our shame,
</p><p>and stronger than the voice that says _it’s too late_.
</p><p>
</p><p>It doesn’t run out.
</p><p>It keeps pouring —
</p><p>like rain on dry ground,
</p><p>like light through a cracked door.
</p><p>
</p><p>So we breathe.
</p><p>We stand.
</p><p>We begin again.
</p><p>Because mercy said our name first.
</p><p>
</p><p><br/></p>
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