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STILL WAITING AT THE WELL
 
My Internet friend shared with me
The brokenness of her life;
She grew up in a family
Full of discord and strife.
Her father was killed escaping from prison,
This was awfully tragic and sad;
She was a baby when this happened
So a father figure she never had.
Molested by her mother's boyfriends
And also by an older brother,
How could a child grow up
And completely trust another?
I shuddered with indignation and rage,
The criminals must be put away in exile!
This despicable, horrid thing
Should never happen to a little child.
Feeling cheap and worthless,
She felt and believed she was a whore
And began living her life like one,
But consumed by the guilt she bore.
At sixteen she became pregnant
And was presented with only one option;
She wasn't sure who the father was and
There was no one to protest the abortion.
She tries to fill the emptiness
Of her life with alcohol,
Drugs, illicit sex, you name it,
But they don't satisfy or console.
The Devil tarries long with her
And puts dark thoughts in her head
That as a mother and wife
She's better off dead.
She doesn't have any friends
That she could confide to;
There's no one to listen and
Understand what she's going through.
But there's Someone who understands,
Someone who listens, sympathizes, and cares,
Someone who will supply her every need
And unburden the load that she bears.
As Jesus satisfied the Samaritan woman long ago,
The heart longings of my friend He'd satisfy
For He's still waiting at the Well to give her
Water that springs up into everlasting life.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004
 
 
Fill My Cup Midi
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