Truth

Mercy, Mercy, come to me
Though I fail a thousand times.
I am Truth... no man intercedes
For me, no man pleads my cause
And I have no justice.
They say, "He has an easy life
"And is idle and fat and lazy."
Who, then, shall find the mysteries of God?
If not I, with my constant work?
Was not Mary at the LORD's feet?
Did she not take the better place
Than even Martha, busily doing her business?
Christ said, "I have accepted your sacrifice",
And His arm shall bring salvation to me.