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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 who ran away
I am the bitter son who stayed
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
It’s a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing
I am the angry men who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper who gave thanks
I am the nine who never came
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
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 the song I sing
--Andrew Peterson, Mystery of Mercy (shortened)
"But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities;upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5)
He, the perfect one, was forsaken so we, the sinners, could be accepted.
1 comment:
This is an awesome song.
I love it.
AP is such a great poet!
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