MY SAVIOR AT THE WELL


For a very long time I have identified with the Samaritan woman at the well with Jesus in John 4. I have pictured myself sitting there with Him and having Him put me at ease about my lifestyle. And then one day as I was reading her story (for the umpteenth time) the following words came to me, and a new  poem was born. Here, then, is My Savior at the Well.
Oh, that it was I who met our Savior at the well,

The joy of meeting face to face

would all my fears dispel.

To hear Him tell my story,

all the things I’d ever done,

would make me cry, “I’m sorry, Lord,

I know you are God’s Son.”

To see compassion in His eyes

as He looked into my own,

to hear Him say he took my sins

with Him to the tomb.

To feel His touch upon my brow,

His love upon my heart,

to hear my Savior say to me,

“You have a brand new start.”

“Go, my child, and sin no more,

your faith has made you whole.”

He who met her at the well now lives within my soul.

©2007

There is some amazing poetry being blogged here on WordPress. I love, among others, The Sanctuary of My Heart by Skye, and Wordsmith’s Desk by Butch Dean. I bless the day these bloggers came my way!

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4 thoughts on “MY SAVIOR AT THE WELL

  1. This is so beautiful! I love your poems. The way they flow from one line to the next and so well composed. I’m usually not big on poetry but I enjoy your style. This particular one is so sweet and really spoke to me, maybe because while reading that story not long ago, I tried to put myself in the woman’s shoes, for the first time too. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.

  2. Wiith havin so much contrent do you ever rrun into
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    My website has a lot of completely nique content I’ve either created
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    • I never think of it to tell the truth because there is nothing I can do about it. I tend not to worry about what is beyond my control. It is all God’s work and if someone needs to steal it because they cannot find their own source, that is their problem. And on their conscience!

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