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.
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!