Come to the Well -- Grace

Recently I've been kind of obsessed with the symbol of the well.  You know, like how God is our well?  Everything we need?  Early people, and people even still today, got life-sustaining water from their wells.  From God we get qualities -- love, joy, hope, peace -- that are spiritually life-sustaining.
    Casting Crowns (yes, yes, I'm addicted....) put out this really cool song several years ago and "for some reason" I've been obsessed with it for the past week or so.  It was used in the movie Ring the Bell which I watched (for the second, third, or fourth time...) earlier this week, and for some reason I thought the song was really pretty...so it's been my latest music obsession.  :)

    Last night I was struggling with something (technically I still am today...:( ), and I had the song playing in the background.  And the lyrics........they were perfect for what I was struggling with...

So bring me your heart

No matter how broken

Just come as you are

When your last prayer is spoken

Just rest in my arms awhile

You'll feel the change my child

When you come to the well

And all who thirst will thirst no more

And all who search will find what their souls long for

The world will try, but it can never fill

So leave it all behind, and come to the well.

Casting Crowns will never read this....but thanks.  :)

A few minutes later, as I was going to sleep, I decided to turn on a recording my bluegrass (ish...we sing lots of songs :P ) band had made that night.  The song was The Water Is Wide...but as the soloist began to sing, those were not the words I heard.

Now come ye to

The well and rest

It floweth free,

For you and me.

Come to the well,

And ye shall find,

The Master's touch,

Of sweetest kind.

His yoke is light;

He lendeth strength,

To carry on,

My anxious son.

Now let Him hold,

Your load of pain,

And ye shall rest,

From dark, cold rain.

You need to rest;

Find healing here,

Come, stay here long,

Where pain is gone,

Here at the well,

Where all are found,

And angels sing,

A heav'nly sound.

Come to the well,

Taste of His love,

It floweth free,

For you and me.

Come to the well,

Ye there shall find,

The Master's love,

Of sweetest kind.

I'm getting a recurring them here.....want to come to the Master's well of life with me?