From the city of Sychar, a stone throw away

Stood a welcomed wayside well

Jesus and disciples, took thy rest

A journey of news to tell

 

Disciples went on, to pay for foods

For then a woman came by

A Samaritan, a glazing glance

Still water to draw up high

 

The Messiah’s request astonishing

A drink to ask of her

Yet the water he would give

A living thirst quencher

 

Of water not drawn from the well

To cleanse the sins of men

Salvation gift, given for free

To never be thirsty again

 

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

 

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