Andrew Peterson - Mystery of mercy

I am the w^Emoman at the ^Dwell, I am the har^Alot I am the sca^Emttered seed that fe^Dll along the p^Aath ^BmI am the son who ran a^Away ^GAnd I am the bitter son who sta^Ayed

My G^Dod, my God Why hast thou acc^Gepted me You t^Gmook my sin and wrapped me in Your r^Cobe and your r^Ding My Go^Dd, my God Why hast thou acc^Gepted me It's a mys^Bmtery of me^Arcy And the so^Emng I sing

I am the a^Emngry men who ca^Dme to stone the lo^Aver I am the w^Emoman there asha^Dmed before the cr^Aowd ^BmI am the leper who gave th^Aanks ^GI am the nine who never ca^Ame

My G^Dod, my God Why hast thou acc^Gepted me You t^Gmook my sin and wrapped me in Your r^Cobe and your r^Ding My Go^Dd, my God Why hast thou acc^Gepted me It's a mys^Bmtery of me^Arcy And the s^Gong I sing

You are the b^Emringer of the m^Doon and all the se^Aasons You are the si^Emnger of the tu^Dne that calls the st^Aars

My G^Dod, my God Oh, why hast thou acc^Gepted me You t^Gmook my sin and wr^D#apped me in Your r^Cobe and your r^Aing My G^Dod, my God Oh, why hast thou ac^Gcepted me When a^Gmll my love was v^D#inegar To a th^Cirsty ki^Ang My G^Dod, my God Why hast thou acc^Gepted me It's a mys^Dtery of mercy And the so^Dng, the s^Emong I si^Dng The so^Gng I si^Dng