Mercy is the flood

When I wake up there should be sun

Bright sky and new morning mercies

But what if mercy looks like clouds and rainstorms

Like thunder and lightning

What if it looks like earthquakes

That shift the very ground you stand on

And we beg our eyes to go back to sleep

In hopes that when we open them again

The sun will shine brighter

That the unrest would be just a memory

But what if mercy is uprooting everything you knew

Drowning plants you  grew 

In soil of  ignorance

Washing away the picket fence you designed with care

To hold outline your peaceful dreams

And unrealistic expectations

Remember that God’s promise was a rainbow

But His mercy was a flood.