Come Meet The Man

Come; meet the man that I met at the well,
Where He came from, I could not tell,
He gave me some water that was food for my soul,
My life has new meaning; I now reach for that goal,

He put my feet upon a rock,
I am covered in His blood,
This man, His name is Jesus,
Sometimes misunderstood,

He is always there beside you,
To catch you when you fall,
He showers you with endless love,
He shows up whenever you call,

Since that day when I met Jesus,
My life has changed so much,
He always wants to please us,
To give a tender touch,

So, my friends, if you pass by that well,
One day I know, you will see,
That you can also drink that water,
Just the same as me.

© 2002 Pam Robinson – Used with permission.
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