The Woman at the Well

A Thirsty Lamb, Eternal Life

A betrothing well, Hosea’s wife

Her forgotten tears buried in shame,

Are brought to the surface by the Light of His Name.

No more, her burning thirst to slake,

Is a ‘water pot’ that gives no more than it can take.

For behold, ‘Living Water’ gushing forth in the Hour the Lamb awaits,

The promise of Cana, the glory of which, is the New Wine that sates.

In freedom now, Gomer may go, the Nuptial mystery of New Worship to show,

For those who were not My People, a ‘door of hope’ will surely know,

For when the hyssop with sour grape, is raised, My lips to taste,

Such as the Father seeks, will be brought to birth in haste.