The women at the well are thirsty today and drink as they may, their thirst will remain
for the spirit of truth has passed them by and the spirit of death gleams in their eye
and the living water that sprung from a rock couldn’t be heard over their talk
still the women at the well bask in their own glory, worship their own beauty and believe the doublespeak falling freely from their loose lips and forked tongues
get into the word today and see what Jesus has to say
do not gather with the others - sometimes being a loner is being His roll of thunder
and their jeerful claps and self applause bear no truth and cause you no harm
do not drink from their woeful waters
do not seem what they deem to be well for you are my lamb and upon your slaughter
you will come to hear my voice
so make the choice
to drink of me