From the city of Sychar, a stone throw away
Stood a welcomed wayside well
Jesus and disciples, took thy rest
A journey of news to tell
Disciples went on, to pay for foods
For then a woman came by
A Samaritan, a glazing glance
Still water to draw up high
The Messiah’s request astonishing
A drink to ask of her
Yet the water he would give
A living thirst quencher
Of water not drawn from the well
To cleanse the sins of men
Salvation gift, given for free
To never be thirsty again
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©