Home Of Mercy

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Verily they walked,
Tagging along the grey dry path,
This all boils down to the word they heard,
"A home filled with mercy."

Picking up themselves they walked,
The sky looked not friendly,
But that didn't stop them,
They knew they had to get to the home of mercy.

A beautiful cottage lies ahead,
And part of its surrounding looks dead,
But never did they edge backward,
Instead, they edge towards the home filled with mercy.

Hurried in the son of man,
To be sure everywhere is safe,
He knew his father was tired, and so were his mother and sister,
Therefore, he edged ahead, to the home filled with mercy.

Why do they edge toward this road, you may ask?
Have you seen life? I ask.
How fashionably hard it can be,
Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I heard.

In their ways can be seen the pure misery of life,
We all wish for one thing in life among others,
"A home of mercy we yearn to be in,"
As we need it to edge to our heavenly home.