Mercies big and Mercies small-- I don't know how to Capture it all. Rising high 'Neath the gentle sky Float me your pain Cleansed like rain.
From her book, Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott:
My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable.
Mercy means compassion, empathy, a heart for someone’s troubles.
Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food. Anne Lamott
This singing will envelope you . . .
Great is Your Mercy by Donnie McClurkin