Mystery of Mercy

We've been so busy with this early spring we've been enjoying that I haven't taken the time to purposefully contemplate again the significance of the holiday that is just around the next weekend.  Thankfully, I was reminded again when I heard this oldie-but-goodie in my playlist.  It suits this season just right - it speaks to the weightiness, forgiveness, and brightness built into everything Easter stands for.  Thank you, Lord, for Easter!



Mystery of Mercy by Caedmon's Call

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 that 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 that 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 that I sing

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

My God