'Living Waters' Poem by Linda Winchell

I went to the well, for I was thirsting
But I found not a dropp to be had.
There I saw the face of an old woman
She had a look towards me so sad.

“Why is it you come to this well my son?
It has been dried up for many a year.
It was only flowing with water so cool
When my, ”Lord Jesus”, came to drink from here.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of this man named, ” Jesus”
He was a man sent from the Father God.
I wish that I could have met Him
But I felt He would think me sinfully odd.”

So I went to walk away still thirsting
Yet for some reason my tongue was not dry.
Then out in the distance I heard a call
From that little old woman’s cry.

“Where is it that you are going my son?
There is water, but it is not flowing in there.
For God has replaced it with His Living waters
Come and I’ll give you a drink of that water so pure.”