Twas an ordinary scene
On an ordinary day
She an ordinary woman
On her ordinary way

Doing work of little consequence
She walked to Jacob’s well
Never knowing that in future day
The world would know her tale

For as she drew to fill her pot
A man she noticed there
Who were he any other Jew
Wouldst not have shown her care

But instead he bid her, “Dip the cup
And give me thence to drink”
Leaving her to wonder why
He did not think as others think

For her home was of Samaria
And her people often shunned
But in quiet voice he spoke to her
And soon her trust he won

For he told her all the things that
In her life she ever did
And he spoke of living waters
Off’ring unto her this bid

That if she would partake of such
She’d never thirst again
So she beckoned therefore
Give me thus that I might worship then

But the man looked in her eyes and spoke
A phrase to stand all time
“Ye worship now ye know not what”…
A daunting truth sublime

For every living soul
Must also face this fact as they
Grow from adolecent innocence
Into life to make their way

With the charge to every man
That “Life Eternal is to know”
He the one true God who dwells on high
Yet we dwell here below
With no way to see his face
Or touch his hand or hear his voice
So it seems that every soul
Must someday come to make the choice

Will we heed His invitation…
“Plant the seed of faith and try
All the words that I have given
Of the prophets by and by”

“And see if not the tree doth grow
By study and by prayer
And if your soul doth not enlarge
Just cast on me your care”

So I write this poem to ask myself
As well as each of you
Do you know of what you worship
Do you know the God that’s true

For the sands of time are running thin
That day is at the door
When we’ll see him face to face…
And face that question evermore

…Jeff Bresee