Besedila: Caedmons Call. Back Home. Mystery of Mercy.

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 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, 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 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, 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 only Your 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 the song, the song I sing

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