WATER OF LIFE
Enduring heat of midday sun
beneath the cloudless sky --
alone. An outcast such as I
trudged on when other women
had long since their water drawn,
for they'd malign with stinging barbs
were we to meet at dawn.
I saw a man, alone as I;
I'd fill my jars and go my way.
But then he asked for water
and I knew I had to stay.
His voice was kind and gentle,
His compassion stirred my soul.
When He spoke of living water,
I yearned to be made whole.
He knew my sin, and still He spoke;
He offered life to me.
I saw the truth -- HE IS the LIFE --
and now, praise God, I'm free!
I think the story is found in John chapter 4 in the bible. I can't see well enough to look it up tonight. My glasses are elsewhere.
You just have to read it!
Connie Faust
Cryssa
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Sincerely
Tuchy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D