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Give Me To DrinkGive Me To Drink There came a stranger approaching me In need of rest and company I said, " Come on in and rest in my home We'll share some bread And bow our heads In the presence of our Lord." The stranger then said, "Give me to drink". How I knew these words That moved me to think … That this stranger was my Friend. We drank the Wine of Meekness We ate the Bread of Truth Between us there was no weakness Pure faith was the living proof. Blessings started to pour As He healed my eyes to see The Beginning to the End- His plans of Eternity. I had seen His face… My soul filled with grace Hearing His words, " Give me to drink"- He entered my home, and changed my heart … Blessed me with a brand new start And "Give me to drink" is His song. John 4:7 There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink. Julie Pisacane © 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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