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