At the well

Running, I stumble and... I fall
Because I've heard your voice, I've heard you call

My heart cries out
YOU... have chosen me

YOU... have called... me.

Broken, yearning, I'm lying at your feet
And then you lift me from my weariness and defeat
My rags are removed and you clothe me in white.
I am your bride, LOVED... in whom you delight!

So I'll pour out MY passion
I'll POUR OUT my praise
I'll delight in YOU... Jesus
With every breath, all my days.

> For Mary, for Martha, for the woman at the well. For the women who need to hear His voice calling their name.