The Song of The Samaritan Woman

He stood alone at the well, and then

He saw me come--cast off by men.

 

My once proud visage was now brought low;

My heart was heavy, its tale was woe.

 

Forsaken,

abandoned,

rejected,

alone.

 

I saw Him then, by the well he stood;

His face was kind, His eyes were good.

I wondered then, I did not know

Who He really was--did it show?

 

He asked me for water--I wondered why;

He was a Jew, Samaritan was I.

 

It was then He told me what seemed so odd:

"You'd ask Me for water--if you knew the gift of God.

 

"And I would give it--the very best,

Living water, to give you rest."

 

This was confusing--He had no pail

To draw the water out of the well.

 

So I asked Him how, and He answered more

And we kept talking, while the day wore.

 

He told me everything I ever did!

I was amazed, and so I said:

 

"We know the Messiah will come someday,

"I am sure that He'll show us the way."

 

He gave a smile and  looked at me:

"I who speak to you am He."

 

 

Please don't steal this, I wrote it. Thank you!

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