Drawing water, it never ends
I smile and nod then stoop to bend
and fill my pots amidst the sneers,
feeling outcast I wipe the tears.
The others leave. At last alone,
to fill my pots then head for home.
Married five times. Oh what’s the use?
Loving someone just means abuse.
“Excuse me ma’am, I need a drink.”
A man’s voice? I turn and blink.
“Why you’re a Jew, talking to me?”
I look at him, no scorn I see.
“Living water,” he says to me,
“will give new life and set you free.”
“Living water? Where do I go?
Jacob’s deep well is all I know.
Come here to draw, day after day.
Yet, I still thirst. What did you say?
Get my husband? And bring him here?
I’ve no husband!” He perseveres.
“You have had five,” he says to me.
“You a prophet? My past, you see?
Messiah will come. He’ll tell all things.
He will save us. He’ll be our king.”
“Messiah is here. I am He!
I’ve come for you. Do you believe?”
Leaving the well and pots behind
I run to town and look to find
others to tell, others to see,
Christ the Savior revealed to me!
“Come see a man–told me all things.
This is the Christ. This is our King!
They come and see and hear Him too.
Many believe. Their hopes renew.
Living water springs in my soul.
Quenching the thirst. Making me whole.
My thirsting for love ends at last.
I’ve met Jesus. Love unsurpassed.
At seventeen I had a lot of questions–few answers. Questions about life. Questions about the future. Questions about God. Was He real? Was there more to being a Christian than going to church and trying to live a good life? Yes, I had questions and a summer job. My title? Assistant Head Dining Room Girl. Where? Camp Hoblitzelle in Midlothian, Texas.
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