Through weary streets of sinful air, a charred black heart wanders deep in despair.
A thief. A convict. Cast out and denied.
Nowhere safe, no place to reside.
Dark in a moonless night, mercy flickers with a gentle light.
Seeing beyond one's fallen past,
the Bishop’s kindness holds steadfast.
Doors open—full of love and grace, a place to stay;
with no debt owed, no price to pay.
A cloak of shadows envelops the sky;
The one who wanders sneaks forth with a desperate eye.
Hungry with greed, driven by lust,
a trembling hand reaches out to do what it must.
Gone in a blur, the blink of an eye—
No prayer, no pause, no second thought.
A heart chained down in the darkest night;
an unlit candlestick, waiting to ignite.
Mercy woke with the morning’s glow,
and Love forgave what shame must know.