"Give me to drink", I came upon HIS words like an unexpected curve.
I was faced with the question, which master will I serve?
Arriving at a dry well, naked, dirty, thirsting from my shame.
In search of me, to my Samaria is where HE came.
My shepherd didn't find me lost in some open field.
Through the wilderness HE pursued, pulling me from the jaws of the one who came to kill.
I once mocked, laughed at, and spat in HIS face.
Still HE went on to Calvary crucified in my place.
With the tree of life on HIS back, to man HE brought its roots of Living Water
So that I may return to my Creator, HIS righteous daughter.
For I have met the Living God with the power to set free.
I cry out to the remaining captives, Come...come see.
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