THE WOMAN AT THE WELL
"Samarian woman at the Well" by Carl Bloch

As a child I often wondered why she came alone
To the well, for not too far from my old home,
Was a well, a meeting place to stop and have a chat,
The folks would gather round and talk of this or that.
It was before they had running water, so it had to be carried
Just like in the time of Jesus, where everyone tarried.
She must have been an outcast, who noone would talk to,
So she went alone not to be snubbed, but He knew
Of her need of comfort, and her need to hear the truth,
She was a sinner, but humbled with much reproof,
She would accept the words he told her that fine day
As he stopped and asked a Samaritan for water far away
From home, ‘twas the Saviour who loved her just as she was,
And for each repentant sinner He willingly died upon the cross,
I hope we learn a lesson from the lonely woman at the well
And be like the Saviour, show love, for who of us can tell
What is in the heart of another, who seems dirty or unclean,
Don’t be like the hypocrites, but glow with love’s bright beam.

M Ann Margetson © November 2, 2000
2000/Womanwell
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