Teach me to love mercy.
I'm all mixed up because I love justice and I do mercy;
I do mercy because it's the thing to do as a good daughter.
You love mercy:
teach me, Rabbi, teach me!
My hands crave weapons.
My God who's with me,
my Walker who knows me,
take the lead!
Walk backwards as you guide me
so we can stay face to face.
Hold my shaking hands, my Friend who's closer than a brother.
Keep your eyes on me, Tender Shepherd, and show me the love
that holds the traitor guiltless upon repentance.
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