The sinner woman came to the well longing to find a friend - Someone to listen
Someone to heal her hurts -
Someone to forgive her sins
And then she met the Prophet who looked deep inside the woman’s soul and saw the empty place within.
“I am the Messiah,” he said to her.
At the well, I drink of Your amazing love song
Gather apples of gold for my gifted basket in exchange for my pain,
And bathe in Your omniscient wisdom.
At the well, I sit among the “elders” who have traveled this dusty road before who throughout the ages have devoured and expounded upon Your glorious truths given to them by the power of the Holy Spirit.
The well is deep
Your water so purely refreshing
Quenching my love sick soul with Your joy,
Your promises kept
And most of all Your grace
Your wonder filled grace: