Matthew 9 — Mercy That Calls
(Song Lyrics — Response Two Style)
Verse 1 — Rise and Walk
They lowered him down through roof and frame,
Faith broke barriers, love took aim.
Jesus saw what the heart confessed,
“Take courage, child — your sins are at rest.”
Murmurs stirred in guarded minds,
“Only God forgives this kind.”
So He spoke what eyes could see,
Authority clothed in mercy.
Pre-Chorus
The greater healing came first that day,
A soul restored before legs obeyed.
Chorus — Mercy That Calls
Mercy that calls the broken by name,
Grace that heals both soul and frame.
One word frees what shame had bound,
Heaven moves when faith is found.
Not earned by strength, not bought by might—
Mercy calls us into life.
Verse 2 — Follow Me
A tax booth stood on a dusty street,
A man named Matthew, shunned by the elite.
“Follow Me,” the Savior said,
Old life dropped, a new one led.
At the table, sinners came,
Grace sat down without shame.
Not the righteous, not the strong—
But the sick are who belong.
Chorus — Mercy That Calls
Mercy that calls from streets and scars,
Finds us where we truly are.
No clean record, no perfect past,
Just hearts that run when grace says “fast.”
Not earned by strength, not bought by might—
Mercy calls us into life.
Verse 3 — New Wine, New Skin
Old forms strain when grace arrives,
New life cannot live confined.
Mourning fades when the Bridegroom’s near,
Joy replaces fasting fear.
A ruler’s plea, a daughter’s breath,
Twelve long years brushed past with faith.
Power flowed from hidden trust,
Life rose up from death and dust.
Bridge — Opened Eyes
Blind men cried, “Have mercy, Lord!”
He touched their eyes — belief restored.
A mute man spoke, the crowd stood still,
Some hearts softened, some hardened still.
Final Chorus — Mercy That Calls
Mercy that calls through field and flame,
Harvest ready, few remain.
The sheep are scattered, weary, worn,
The Shepherd sees and His heart is torn.
Pray for workers, lift your sight—
Mercy calls us into life.
Outro
He went through towns, through grief and need,
Teaching, healing, planting seed.
Compassion moved Him — love compelled,
For harassed and helpless souls He felt.
