Living water 19.11.2024

Wonder what she was thinking

As she hurried with her water pot

In the heat of the day? 

Resignation at her fate

That people snickered and gossiped

And passed rude comments along the way? 

She had no inkling what lay in store

No premonition that change was coming

Her life and many more.. 

Wonder what He thought as He waited by the well? 

He knew He was on a special assignment

He moved as His Father said.. 

Did He, may I presume, Holy God

That You identified with her? 

Those barbs and cruel remarks

His mother, His birth, 

A Child's puzzlement at sneers.. 

So they met

And had a heart to Heart, 

Outcaste tainted lady

And a Savior 

Who had loved her from the start.. 

She must have been beautiful

In her heydays

Those eyes, her gait, that expression

Now ravaged by age and rejection

And she met an unwavering gaze.. 

They had a strange conversation

Deep meaningful and revealing

A heart thirsty for true love

The other heart honest 

There was no concealing.. 

So many puns

Jesus, with a twinkle in His eye

Asked for water, broke tradition

Caused a scandal

But oh, did her spirit soar and fly? 

These few puny lines

Cannot do justice

To this day of dawning

When her stone jar of loneliness

Was filled with eternity

Brimming over and overflowing.. 

Lord, meet me at my well of Sychar

Look deep into my thirsty soul

Hold up to my heart Your transforming power

Fill my cup Lord

Fill it up, make me whole.. 

I'm stuck in my own little world

The small I, myself and me

Your Living Water stagnates

When I don't share it with the ones around me.. 

Set me on fire Lord

As You did with the Samaritan Lady's heart

Turn our Water into wine

That You may increase, we may decrease

Life flowing out from our stone jars.. 

Lisa Choudhrie