Rain on the window, three a.m.,
coffee gone cold in his trembling hands.
Neon flickers on empty glass
like time don’t care what just came to pass.
There’s a house down the road where sorrow waits,
where love sits still in a borrowed faith,
 and he knows where he should be.

She sits by a crib in the quiet room
with a heart full of hope and a coming gloom.
A blanket pulled tight round a silent breath,
 a prayer rising up in the face of death.
Two voices whisper down the hall,
trying to stand but they start to fall—
still love won’t let them go.

Where the river meets mercy
and the night runs deep,
where the broken keep breathing
though they can’t find sleep.
Through the storm and the questions
no answer can see,
there’s a hand still reaching
where the river meets mercy.

Headlights cut through a curtain of rain—
a second of life, then a world of pain.
Shattered glass and a desperate cry,
one soul standing there between life and goodbye. Knees in the mud, she won’t turn away;
strength she don’t have finds her anyway,
and heaven meets her there.

Hospital lights and a cold hard line,
law on one side, grace intertwined.
Chains on a man who can’t even stand
while mercy is breaking through trembling hands.
A voice in the stillness, steady and low:
“You don’t walk this valley alone anymore,”
and something starts to give.

Morning comes slow with a quiet tone.
A soul slips free, and a child goes home.
Two lives gone in the rising day—
nothing on earth can explain it away.
But somewhere beyond what we understand,
love is still holding every hand,
and it won’t let go.

Where the river meets mercy
and the night runs deep,
where the broken are carried
when they can’t stand on their feet.
Through the storm and the sorrow,
though we don’t always see,
there’s a hand still reaching
where the river meets mercy.

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