Grace gives mercy

Recently I've working again on a tune I wrote awhile back.  The video is a mix I made.  I have this habit of sometimes having too much time on my hands and layer many other instruments on the first vocal and guitar track... Hope you like it.  Thanks

Grace by Dave Schipper © 2005 Rose Riversongs

She was a zesty mix of latin princess and call girl

A spicy whiplash with long flowing black  hair

Courted by all the boys within a hundred miles

She ropes them all and then frees them with a smile.

She is Grace, (4x)

Her daddy was assumed killed in a gang fight

The street adopted her and raised her right.

Now the all grown up girl stands tall

A ghetto flower in a world of asphalt

The hands of Grace filled with mercy

A gentle place, nothing fancy

To be with her is a blessing

Come unsure,  leave rejoicing

She has a crucifix right next to the tv

She’s known to grab your hand and weep

On the hallway wall is a shrine to her father

Pictures of wasted man but no mother

Days she spends her time at the soup kitchen

Nights she brightens  up the street with passion

She has the cred of the silent and the deadly

She gives more than a hand out, she give mercy