Is it fair to say I was lured away
By endless distractions and lovelier attractions then?
Or fairer still, my own free will
Is the better one to blame for this familiar mess I’ve made.
So I would understand if you were out of patience
And I would understand if I was out of chances
The distance left between east and west
Is how far you would go to forgive the debt I owe
And thrown into the sea the wicked ways in me
Will never have a chance to wash back on the sand
So I would understand if you would make me pay
And I would understand lying in the bed I made again
But your mercies are new every morning
So let me wake with the dawn
And when the music is through, or so it seems to be
Let me sing a new song
Old things gone
Every day it’s true, you make all your mercies new.
– Mercies New, Nicole Nordeman