Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
- Ephesians 5:1-2
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?
It’s a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing.
You are the bringer of the moon and all the seasons.
You are the singer of the tune that calls the stars.
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'
