O This Man

From society, my iniquities have separated me.
And I avoid and abhor, at all cost,
the people who won't let me be,
But endlessly talk about me with no exhaust.

When I thirst, I do not entertain their little games,
I refuse to hear their mocking jeers.
"What a whore and sinner," they proclaim,
As I walk away, hiding tears.

My iniquity haunts me everyday,
for on my heart my sins do weigh,
I do not need their judging glares
nor want their condescending stares.

In pride, I willingly walk the distance,
In the heat, to retrieve my daily water supply.
With determination and persistence,
I refuse to, with their little rules, comply.

Yet a stranger and enemy met me outside of town
At the well, when I was alone fetching water.
"Give me a drink,"he said, sitting down.
He looked at me, like I was his daughter.

A prophet He was, for my sins he disclosed,
Before this stranger, I felt my heart was exposed.
Yet he condemnation never came,
Nor before his man, did I feel shame.

The Messiah, God's chosen, personally invited me
to partake in the Living water leading to life.
My sins forgiven, I began to truly see,
The life I lead had only caused strife.

So leaving my water pot, I set out,
To exclaim the coming of the King,
His love and His grace, I will never doubt,
And of this Living water, I will always sing.