The well was deep,
the water cold
from all the stories
I've been told.
The womans' heart
was steeped in sin.
Toward the well
new life began.
The Savior looked
into her eyes.
"Give me to drink"
was his reply.
"Good Master can
I give to you
when I am lowly
and you a Jew?"
"Drink of this well again
my friend,
but drink of me
and ne're thirst again."
What if her vessel
was broken when
the Master spoke
to her within?
What if all
the people said
"you can't proclaim Christ,
you are a Samaritan."
I'm glad her
vessel wasn't broke.
I'm glad for the words
that Jesus spoke.
No matter who or
what we have been
we can still be
used for him.
Copyright ©1977 by~ Nancy Carico Dittert
Aka~ Nancie-rose
