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Twas an ordinary scene
On an ordinary day
She an ordinary woman
On her ordinary way

Doing work of little consequence
She walked to Jacob’s well
Never knowing that in future day 
The world would know her tale

For as she drew to fill her pot
A man she noticed there
Who were he any other Jew
Wouldst not have shown her care

But instead he bid her, “Dip the cup
And give me thence to drink”
Leaving her to wonder why
He did not think as others think

For her home was of Samaria
And her people often shunned
But in quiet voice he spoke to her
And soon her trust he won

For he told her all the things that
In her life she ever did
And he spoke of living waters
Offering unto her this bid 

That if she would partake of such
She’d never thirst again
So she asked him
“Give me thus that I might also worship then” 

But the man looked in her eyes and spoke
A phrase to stand all time 
“Ye worship that ye know not what”…
 A daunting truth sublime

For every living soul 
Must also face this fact as they
Grow from adolescent innocence 
Into life to make their way

With the charge to every man
That ‘Life Eternal is to know’
The one true God who dwells on high
Yet we dwell here below

With no way to see his face
Or touch his hand or hear his voice
So it seems that every soul
Must someday come to make the choice

Will we heed His invitation:
“Plant the seed of faith and try”
All the words that have been given 
Of the prophets by and by

And see if not the tree doth grow
By study and by prayer
And your load of burdens lightened
Casting on Him every care

And so I write to ask myself
As well as each of you
Do we know of what you worship
Do we know the God that’s true

For the sands of time are running thin
That day is at the door
When we’ll see him face to face…
And face our answer evermore

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