There is a tree trunk that rots,
And a bruised soft spot,
Known as Mercy.
Do me a favor?
Let the body disintegrate
That its soul may be saved,
Because this is what
Providence
Has wanted.
There is a tree trunk that rots,
And a bruised soft spot,
Known as Mercy.
Do me a favor?
Let the body disintegrate
That its soul may be saved,
Because this is what
Providence
Has wanted.