Mystery Of Mercy

I am the woman at the well, I am a harlet

I am the scattered seed that fell along the path

And I am the son that ran away

And I am the bitter son who stayed

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty king

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

It's a Mystery of mercy and of song

The song I sing

I am the angry man who came to stone the lover

I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd

And I am the leper that gave thanks

And I am the night that never came

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty king

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

It's a Mystery of mercy and of song

The song I sing

You made the seed that made the tree

That made the cross that saved me

You give me hope when there was none

You gave e your only son

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty king

My God, my God, why hast thou accepted me

It's a Mystery of mercy and of song

The song I sing