[Verse 1] I asked the old woman sweeping dust She said, “Leave room for what you can’t discuss” I asked the river, turning past the stone It kept its answer in a language of its own I asked the boy with the paper crown What makes a lost thing worth turning around? He said, “Maybe mercy starts nearby— The hand you reach for, the reason why” [Pre-Chorus] I’ve carried questions like coins in my shoes Some days they weigh me, some days they choose A road through the ordinary door A little less certain, a little more [Chorus] Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included Through the cracked-open window, through the heart I’ve wounded Call it grace, call it chance, call it learning to see Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included [Verse 2] A candle leaned in a chapel hall A stranger caught me before I’d fall A letter I almost threw away Held one kind sentence I needed that day I’ve heard it hiding in a kitchen laugh In the second half of a photograph In every name we refuse to erase In the quiet work of making space [Pre-Chorus] I’ve carried questions like seeds in my hands Not every answer knows where it lands Still something opens beneath the doubt A door I can enter, a way back out [Chorus] Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included Through the cracked-open window, through the heart I’ve wounded Call it grace, call it chance, call it learning to see Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included [Bridge] If I’m wrong, let me be wrong with my eyes wide open If I’m lost, let the map be the promise I’m making No single road, no final sign Just your hand near mine, and mine near thine [Call and Response] Lead: Is it in the giving? Backing: Maybe, maybe Lead: Is it in forgiving? Backing: Maybe, maybe Lead: Is it in beginning? Backing: Maybe, maybe Lead: Is it reaching back? Backing: Maybe, maybe [Final Chorus] Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included In the names we borrow, in the names we’ve outgrown Call it grace, call it chance, call it learning to see Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included [Outro] Ninety-nine names in the dust and the blue One more waiting in the way I turn to you Ninety-nine names, and a question still free Mercy’s got a hundred ways to find me—mine included
