Come to the Well

This one’s a song.
I hear the tune in my head but not done well in the past trying to relay a tune 🙄🤭

Come to the Well

I go to the well
In the heat of the day
I’m parched and I’m thirsting
Wish for quenching that stays
I draw, and I draw
Still I cry out in need
I’m wishing for something
For someone to see…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stem the bleeding
Heal my wound…
Meet the longing
Right the wronging
Give the song in
My soul to soothe

I’ve come to the well
Where my cup overflows
Living water his store
And his spring ever flows
His draw, all my fill
I give over my need
His refreshment is mine
He’s the one who has seen…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stemmed the bleeding
Healed my wound…
Met the longing
Righted wronging
Gave the song in
My soul to soothe

I look to the well
On the day he seems far
Fear the trek is too long
Like a wish on a star
I remember my cup
From the well filled before
I will crawl on my knees
Just to drink from his store…

Fills my needing
Stops my seeping
Stems my bleeding
Heals my wounds…
Meets my longings
Rights my wronging
Pours the songs in
My soul is soothed

Will you come to the well?
As I speak have you heard?
Will you test what I’ve known,
Take the Well at his word?
You will find at the well
The words that are true
In the truth, there is freedom
Purchased ‘specially for you…

Fills your needing
Stops your seeping
Stems your bleeding
Heals your wounds…
Meets your longing
Rights your wronging
Pours the songs in
Your soul he’ll soothe

Gina Marie
9/6/2021
John 4:1-42, Revelation 21:1-7

Sixteenth Reflection

You took me to the mountains
And underneath the earth
Then high atop a canyon
To water pouring down, dispersed
We sat upon the sand
And walked along the shore
I closed my eyes, your song to me
All around me soared

And now I sit and wonder
At the wonder that you’ve been
You safely lead me out to
My desired, but missing dreams
We shared the day I had not noticed
Till the day was halfway done
Where I had feared to go alone
You lead me…forever faithful one

17/2/2021

The Compassion and the Passion

A merciless master
My suffering prolonged
O sin, you would have me
Alone, without song

My saviour, the servant
Compassion’s concern
Would pursue all my rescue
E’en while I yet spurned

With glory obscured
Power hidden, en-veiled
He served us, his humans
Then the mountain he scaled

Raised to be lowered
Shame brought release
For my sin-burdened soul
To find its long-lasting peace

In your death…
The inherited cycle is broke
Sin’s hold cannot keep me
Your new life brings me hope

Life-blood’s passed on
From parent to child
In your blood shed abroad
I’m no longer beguiled

Sin’s great deception?
That I’m still compelled
To do all its bidding
That I’m under its spell

But my Jesus, you triumphed
In freedom, empowered
A spirit-led choice
To walk the life I’m endowed

With bended knee’s adoration
In restored humanity, stand
Before the depth of your feeling
Poured over me, by your hand

19/4/2019

Sustainer

Crouched, huddled, humbled

Cowering in grief and loneliness

Hunched over, enveloped in darkness

Afraid, ashamed and alone;

Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,

Emancipation, peace, deliverance

 

And yet, I hear a voice.

Soothing, inaudible – yet not.

Distinct, definitive, refreshing

Dare I turn?

Dare I look upward?

Dare I risk vulnerability?

Light?

 

I must!

I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.

This is not living.

 

Rolling, unraveling

Standing, turning, reaching

The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height

Where the eagle rests,

Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley

 

Still the voice calls.

I am drawn, but I cannot reach.

I whisper.

I breathe afresh

Deeply, drawing in refreshment

Expelling all that would hinder

 

I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.

Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;

All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame

 

I am lifted up,

On eagle wings,

To lofty peak,

In crevice rest.

Above

Beyond

Safe

Free

Untouchable by darkness

I see the Light shine on me.

Unhindered view

The warmth of wings – of comfort

The security of Rock – fortress

 

I sleep in peace

Nourishment is sweet

No fear of abandonment

The Voice, ever present

 

Only when He has prepared me

Shall we go on from here

Together

One

The Sustainer and the sustained

 

6/3/2015

Ezekiel 33

Turn, O turn! Everyone turn

Who has been turned away

Return, restore, give back and walk

The life of right, be swayed

 

To turn from right to wickedness

Will bring to you a death

Turn from wickedness to right

Into light of life be swept!

 

I will judge each one of you

According to your ways

I take no pleasure in one’s death;

O turn and live today

 

My Son, for wickedness has died

His righteousness will give

To those who turn and will remain;

Abide in Him and live!

 

 

 

15/5/2014

Oh, Mother of Mine

Mum wedding day

 

Oh, mother of mine

Whose love, so divine

Was comfort to all

Whenever we’d call

Inviting us in

After thought or at whim

Grace and mercy all round

Loving arms to surround

Providing tastes to delight

Waiting up in the night

Home and clothing so clean

Diligence gone unseen

Growing gardens of flowers

Beholding beauty was ours

Grace was personified

In your life, now glorified

A piece of us left with you

When to Christ’s feast you flew

What joy it will be

When greets us, Saviour and thee

 4/5/2014

I love you Mum, my mum

Dad and Mum wedding day

VOLUNTEERS; GOD BLESS THEM

This is not original, it was on a newsletter but I didn’t know who the author was. But…I like it! (Perhaps DJ Harley)

 

Many will be shocked to find,

When the day of judgement nears,

That there’s a special place in heaven

Set aside for volunteers.

 

Furnished with big recliners,

Satin couches and foot stools;

Where there’s no committee chairmen,

No group leaders or car pools,

 

No eager team that needs a coach,

No bazaar and no bake sale.

There will be nothing to staple,

Not one thing to fold or mail.

 

Telephone lists will be outlawed,

But a finger snap will bring

Cool drinks and gourmet dinners

And treats fit for a king.

 

You ask, “Who’ll serve these privileged few

And work for all they’re worth?”

“Why, all those who reap the benefits

And not once volunteer on earth!”