THE WELL

The Well.

Must.  Get.  To.  The.  Well.

Where He pours out refreshment through the washing of the Word.

Where He plunges us down into healing power this world can't understand.

Where He says to us in strength and might,

"COME AND DRINK OF ME, AND YOU WILL NEVER THIRST AGAIN."

Where He offers us His cup.

Where we drink together of the only One Who quenches and fills and satisfies.

Where we, His beloved, link hands.

Where we sing hymns, and we are one.

Where we declare Him to be all, and...

Where we say, "This world holds NOTHING for me."

Where we make it public, and where He makes it private.

Where He says, "Woman, I know all about the things that you have done."

Where He asks us for a cup in return: "Will you give Me a drink?"

Where we fall headlong to please the only One worth pleasing.

Where we cry out because until we met Him, we were all dying of thirst.

Where He bathes our wounds in the amazing strength of His love.

Where we must go when the world scoffs:  "Ha!  You 'religious' nuts!"

The Well.

Must.  Get.  To.  The.  Well.


Meet me there?

Bernadette