The Road

Here I go down this long dusty road,

Water pot in hand I am on my way,

The hottest hour of the day

 Just to avoid what others might say,

One more price I must pay

For all the mistakes I have made forever I will be in pain

I fear that in this life forever the same I will remain

Is there not a way out when I come to fill my jar with water?

Yes I remain thirsty but at this well Jacob my father built an altar

I long for the time when I will not have to come here

I don’t know what tomorrow holds that is my worst fear

I am alone in this world no matter who my lovers may be

I want to be filled if only all the others could just see

Here I am at this great well to fill my jar and to have a drink

Though I never seem to get things right and I have to think

Redemption is not available for me I have sinned too much

How can God love me and want me for a daughter as such?

I am so thirsty is there nothing that will quench my thirst?

I cannot walk to this well another day I am by all cursed

I am tired of hiding and walking my path in all this shame

I don’t want to live this way anymore something must change

© 2004 Heather Green