The Woman. The Well. The Witness.

The Woman. The Well. The Witness.
(based on John: 4:7-30,39-42)

The day started out as all the others.
My need for water sent me to the well to draw.
I’d lived with shame.
So, I went to the well alone to prevent being shunned
And called things outside my name.

The man asked me for a drink.
I knew He was a Jew.
Astonished of even His acknowledgement,
My curiosity grew.

As He explained the water,
Something in His words spoke to my shame.
If I could only get that water that He is speaking of,
I’d never have to come to “this place” again.

“This place” was not only this well.
But, the place in my heart that I needed something, other than pain,
To dwell.
I began to have hope.
My heart began to swell.

As this man spoke regarding my sin,
I knew He had hit the mark.
I had to confess.
In my heart, I felt a spark.

As He continued to speak
About worshipping
And in the spirit, we are all the same,
I began to feel my inadequacies and shame lift.
And then, He told me His Name!

I felt seen.
For the first time I felt accepted and loved.
With this particular man I felt safe
And like I belonged.
Never again would I need to look for that in a fleshly man’s arms!

I dropped the water I thought I needed
And ran back to town, full of the living water to tell my story.
Come, see a man that told me all I ever did!
Could this be the King of Glory?!

As they looked and saw the change in me,
They knew they had to come and see!
So miraculous was my change,
They wanted Jesus to stay with them,
So they could experience the same!

Now, they believe for themselves,
Because of the witness of little old me.
A woman that used to live in shame
But, because of Jesus, I’m now free!
And others can now see!

Written by: Hope Scott