Title: Small Mercies
You see a woman on the train with a stroller stuck halfway
And something in you shifts before you even think to turn away
I watched a man share his last smoke with a stranger on the curb
No words just a nod like kindness don't need to be heard
These small mercies
Stacking quiet and high
I wanna sing for the good that don't make the news
For the hand on a shoulder in a crowded room
Not for glory not for show just a light that moves
We carry it low we carry it low we carry it
Soft and slow we carry it low we carry it
I wanna sing for the love that holds the world in place
My father once stopped the car for a dog that lost its way
Took twenty minutes in the rain didn't care how late he'd be that day
A girl at the checkout counter remembered my first name
Little things that stitch you up when you're coming un-framed
Maybe it ain't grand maybe it ain't loud
But it's the quiet hum of something holy moving through the crowd
Don't need a stage don't need a throne
I see it in the way a mother's voice becomes a shelter on the phone
I wanna sing for the good that don't make the news
For the hand on a shoulder in a crowded room
Not for glory not for show just a light that moves
We carry it low we carry it low we carry it
Soft and slow we carry it low we carry it
I wanna sing for the love that holds the world in place