The Water Pots

The servants obeyed Jesus,
And filled the water pots with water to the brim.
They did not know why
Or what He’d do. They did not question-
They just obeyed Him.

They must have felt very foolish
When they served it to the guests.
But the Governor of the feast declared,
“The wine they’d saved till the last,
Was the best.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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