The Mercy of His Arms

by Nick Jaina

when that boat comes up to shore
to take you across that lake
no power, no pity
just the mercy of his arms

when that big hand hits ten
and the bells begin to chime
no sadness, no lies
just the mercy of his arms

well I feel like gluing on my wings tonight
I feel like calling off the chase
no steak and eggs, no porcelain
just the mercy of his arms
just the mercy of his arms

© 2006 Nick Jaina