Meet Me At The Well.

Would You meet me at the well, Lord?
I am thirsting and I’m weary
Things are not going too well Lord
I’m discouraged now, and teary.

I can wait till the cool of evening
Please don’t trouble in this day’s heat
As long as I can have Your healing
And my hands can touch Your feet.

I have made my plans so often
Where I’d go; people I’d visit
Just to see everything crumble
Why is that, Lord? Oh why is it?

I made my plans then You guide my steps
But not the way that I planned to go
So I surrender to Your will now
And at the well, then, will I know?

W.B .June ‘14