By The Well

This is a poem I wrote FEb 3, 08. It was inspired while listening to my pastor Vidya Narimalla.


By The Well.


I went to the well to quench my thirst
The well I went to was filled with sin's worst
From this well I found no aid
It only gave pain and dismay

By the well there was a man
Each day he'd offer water from his hand
He always said hello he always called me by name
His gentle voice his sweet smile never cast on me shame

One day I turned and looked into his face
He pulled me close in a freeing embrace
I drank his cup and was filled at last
He gives me power to conquer sins of the past

Each day I find him by the well
And when I see him my hear will swell
I drink his cup every day
to live for him in every way


W. Donald Snider