I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away

And I am the bitter son that stayed

My God, my God why hast though accepted me

When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?

My God, my God why hast though accepted me

It's a mystery of mercy and the 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
I am the leper that gave thanks
But I am the nine that never came





My God, my God why hast though accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?


My God, my God why hast though accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing


You made the seed that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none

You gave me your only Son

My God, Lord you are

My God, my God, Lord you are...