The woman at the well
Was not doing so well
Drawing water from Jacob’s well
Heat of the day
Nothing she could say
Nameless she was
She is all of us
Jesus, You said
“give Me a drink.”
Didn’t you think
She would deny and reply
How is it that You being a Jew
ask for a drink
from someone as I?
A woman of Samaria
So used to being stared at
met her Messiah that day
The One for Whom she waited and prayed
She drew from His well
It made her heart swell
To draw nearer and nearer to Him
Tasted and saw
that His water
Was like no other
Springs forth
Life everlasting
She said to Him
“Messiah is coming,
Christ,
Right?
He will tell us all things from which we’ll be fed.”
But Jesus said,
“I Who speak to you am He.”
