The Dew of Mercy

Your mercy is like morning dew
To earth that’s parched for lack of rain,
A wet that makes us ever new
Within our human bout with pain.

For all will suffer here on earth
As image You renew in us,
And wet from font brings second birth–
Gives us the gift in You to trust.

The dew is changed to Bloody Wine
To nourish us on journey here
As to us You say “you are mine,
No longer need you suffer fear,

For mercy’s dew restores your life
And fully you become yourself
As in the world you shine My light
While I return My earth to health.”