Mercy

Mercy, not sacrifice is all I demand
I’m King of the earth, I’m King of the land.
My words you know like the back of your hand.
I’ve left my mark like footprints in the sand.

You pick and choose which words are the key,
The ones that matter more, the ones that are easy to see.
The others are not important, and easier forgot.
Just like my sacrifice for you I bought.

Regulations and rules that’s your forte
It’s what you know. It’s what you think is okay.
You’ve lost the purpose of following me.
Forgotten the context, what I’ve offered for free.

You never listen, nor call out my name,
Yet when something goes wrong, I always get the blame.
Where is your sympathy? What is your heart?
Why are you stumbling, not even in part?

Why?