Mercy Seat
I run to mercy seat,
Hoping He will quench my thirst.
I marvel with a bellow at His feet,
Jah tends me when me teardrops burst!
I travail with a song all night long,
I partake with the weak, moving along.
But my Christ is a tower for me,
He rushes like wind and sets me free.
I rejoice with the angels on high,
For he heard me when I poured my cry.
And I run to mercy seat,
I marvel with a bellow at His feet.
~Orlando Rowe
