A group of my friends and I recently have been going through personal battles in which we have given or received Grace and Mercy. I was once asked the question can one really give grace if they have never accepted it from God. I don't know how to answer that question, but I do know it is easier to give grace to those who give grace to others but it is difficult to give grace to those who seemingly appear to refuse to give grace. Caedmon's Call has a song that has been in my head for about a week.
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 tho 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 your only Son
My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are...my God.
Monday, November 01, 2004
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