That Old Deep Well

That old deep well
could not repel
the thoughts that came to mind.
It had a job.
I did not sob
but sought what I might find.

I could not run
in this hot sun
and had a healthy thirst.
I can't deny
my mouth was dry
so I put myself first.

I stepped on plank,
turned hard the crank,
but it seemed to refuse.
It didn't care
that life's not fair
but I'm not one to lose.

So I had hope
in that old rope
to lift that bucket full.
With all my might
I grabbed rope tight
and then commenced to pull.

To fill tin cup,
the rope wound up.
around that rustic log.
On weathered board
I questioned Lord.
Then barked, my lazy dog.

Sometimes I think
to get a drink
that I must- on my own-
work very hard
with disregard
for what I should have known.

Now I might think
refreshing drink
should cure my ev'ry ill,
but it does not
though God forgot
those sins that hurt me still.

Did woman at
the well react
to her specific need?
To sin no more,
I think it's for
the rest of us to heed.

God does forgive
the way we live
like woman at the well:
But she had grasped
what Jesus asked,
so others she could tell.

My old tin cup
can't measure up
to God's tremendous flood.
We'll never thirst
when God is first,
for Christ had spilled His blood.

Our water chills.
God's water fills
displacing all our strife.
We must begin
to offer Him
our dedicated life.

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