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
