The Woman At The Well

 Once upon a time, I was the woman at the well.

Defeated and distraught, as everyone could tell.

Rejected and refused, by those who were proud..

I stood all alone, away from the crowd.

On my darkest days, I would fight for myself..

To discover the secrets, of the dust on the shelf.

Though my enemies and my foes, were crowding around..

I carried my water, when they were not found.

On fields of green, I wandered and thought..

How oftentimes in the valley, I never was sought.

Little did I know, my dream would come true..

When out of the stillness, I became brand new.

One drop of mercy, with one drop of love..

On a platter of roses and as gentle as a dove.

The treasures in my heart, came into the light..

Now I walk by faith and no longer by sight.

When you see me crying, on days in the sun..

Look beyond the portrait

, for I have been won.

My hands will be lifted and my voice will be raised..

For happily ever after, has become my praise.