Poetry

---

I was the woman at the well
My story you all know quite well
While young and full of beauty
Attracted men like a duty

They did not stay with me
So I let them be
One day here the next day gone
All leaving me quite forlorn

All five of them
Like a flower without a stem
Withered away
At the break of a new day

Then I had a new love
Like one cast down from above
It was to treat him swell
I went down to the well

I lowered my pot to draw water
But should have known better
For a Jewish man stood there
Without a pot his hand was bare

He offered me water fresh and pure
How he would draw it I was not sure
Sir how will you draw it I asked
As upon his offer much doubt I cast

I have living water
To all who thirst I now offer
To drink this water is much gain
For you will never thirst again

Go bring your husband unto me
If I was truthful he wanted to see
I said a husband I have none
With the present man just having fun

You have spoken truth to me he said
You have really nothing more to dread
For five husbands you have had
And with the sixth man you’re still sad

My spirit stirred within me
For now I could clearly see
This man was the awaited Messiah
The One we all desire

Back to the village I went
Like one that was sent
Come see the man I call
From him I could not hide my all

They followed back to the well
Like a people wooed by a bell
This Man is the awaited Messiah
The One we all desire

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE