Bernadette Griffith

Broken promises follow half-truths,
When hearts bow low to compromise;
Fear and anger from denied honor,
Lead down roads, diverged, disguised.

You hide your head and veil your brow,
A shadow fading out of time;
Shame shaped you, a phantom presence,
Before a world of judging eyes.

Yet, there he sits, a man of mystery,
Speaking of realities unseen,
Asking questions of curiosity,
Drawing truth from depths you keep.

He sees your heart, all intentions,
The many mistakes you somehow made,
He sees your search, the dimming light,
But reaches you before you fade.

So, leave the clay water jar behind,
You who only collects at noon.
Leave the toil, the tears, the sweat;
Eternal drink flows from the wound.

Run and tell the waiting town,
Thirsting hearts, no more alone;
Love abounds, justice reigns!
Mercy and living water atone.
Shame no longer claims its toll,
For Jesus Christ redeems our soul!