Lord, the water that you gave me
drink I know not from whence it came.
But since you poured it into my soul
I have never been the same.
You knew my thirst as you looked at me
you could see I was parched and dry.
You reached your hand to fill my cup
when so many had passed me by.
The water you gave I came not to draw
but you longed my soul to be whole.
An act of love you freely displayed
as it flowed to comfort my soul.
The living water springs up in my heart
I now have a story to tell.
I'm so glad today He passed my way
He was waiting by the well.
Eddie Roush © May 2009