• sandy_nk 10w

    At the well

    At the well is where he found me
    Dried and thirsty
    In my spirit and soul
    Drenched in my shame
    Soaking in my sin
    Hiding from those who know my pain
    My heart enkindled by the words he spoke
    A stranger, who knew me and my hurts
    At the well he sat there
    Waiting for me with a fresh cup
    That would forever quench my thirst
    I pray you meet him at the well
    Take the cup he offers first
    At the well is where he waits for you