Jacob's well

I come here everyday and sit awhile,
Thinking of my life and what has passed;
My lonely life - it really makes you smile
When you see what has gone, and, oh, how fast!

This well we've used for centuries of years,
Left by our father, Jacob, so they say,
A place to sit and gossip with our peers
And draw the water that we'll use today.

A place to drink and quench the sun-caused thirst,
Damp dryness from the dust of rocky ways;
A place to ponder things, the best, the worst,
The glories and the tragedies of days.

Today I came as I have always done,
And here a stranger came and spoke to me,
Sought water as we chattered in the sun.
Although He was a man from Galilee.

Judaeans and Samarians never speak,
The enmity between us lies too deep.
And yet He asked directly, not oblique,
As though He was my kin. Was I asleep?

And did I dream the many things He said
About my life? How could this man have known?
Was He a prophet and a man of God,
Or even the Messiah? Had I known,

He said I would have asked Him for a drink
And He would living water give to me.
Waters that live? What was a girl to think?
And no more thirst? How could that come to be?

And then He talked to me of God and man,
And of Messiah too, now here with me.
He was Messiah, I, Samaritan,
Had met with Him, this man from Galilee.

I rushed into the town to tell them all
And back they came to see Him, hear His word.
This Son of God would lift us from the fall
And from all evil. Now it has occurred

To me to think about the matters of my life;
The things I've done, and said, that I ought not;
The things omitted, left unloved, the untrue wife,
Things that I'd left and thought I'd long forgot.

Messiah has told all and I, at peace,
Can turn to God and live a newborn way;
For now my spirit, in this new release,
Will sing to God in praise till Judgement Day.

Sing out the praise of Him from Galilee,
Who has sat here and turned to us His face;
Praise God and praise His Son with me,
All you who come to shelter in this place.