At the Well
Lingering at the well of living water,
Jesus always meets them there.
He welcomes all with open arms and
carries all their care.
Looking at a reflection in that well,
"The Lord God," the crowds plainly see.
His blood, the cross, nail scarred hands,
that has set His people free.
The living water removes all stains.
It cleanses "whosoever" will.
and offers His great comfort,
of "Peace, be still."
Lingering at the well of living water,
It's nourishment refreshes the soul.
Through all seasons it never runs dry,
His Love has made them whole......
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler | Year Posted 2015
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