Oh Souls be thou in lowliest places,
Humbled as though life knowest not thou,
And unsung psalms are the chimes I hear,
like words of Tracy Chapman.
Help, Lord, the souls that thou hast made,
The souls to thee so dear,
In prison for the dept unpaid,
Of sin committed here.
Oh Souls be thou in lowliest places,
Taken as thou were owned,
When life alone in its glorious state,
Could not your days atone.
O paradise, O paradise,
Wherefore doth death delay?
Bright death that is the welcome dawn
Of our eternal day.
Oh Souls be thou in lowliest places,
Amazing grace, amazing grace, the soothing rhymes in place,
Thou placed in such a lowly state,
My soul be thine in praise.
Oh Souls be thou in lowliest places,
where dot Halloween go? So hollow in taste.
If only the costumes be same as they go
Then today we pray for all souls.
Mercy Patrick is a multipotentialite, skilled photographer, creative writer and spoken word poet.Outside the professional scene, Mercy Patrick is a song writer, idealist, resource person with unconventional methods for youths struggling with their personalities, a rapper, story teller and a rusty acoustics player. 
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