Toward a New Kingdom of Life

Introduction: There came a woman of Samaria to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give Me a drink.”   Therefore the Samaritan woman said to Him, “How is it that You, being a Jew, ask me for a drink since I am a Samaritan woman?” (For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.)  Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.”  She said to Him, “Sir, You have nothing to draw with and the well is deep; where then do You get that living water?  You are not greater than our father Jacob, are You, who gave us the well, and drank of it himself and his sons and his cattle?”  Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again;  but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.” 

Time for the Living Water As son of the king I played in the castle Where all were so loving and strong, But as time unfolded all became old And in no way like when I was young. And finally in time there came the day, When I to myself was full grown, Everything I loved and had been loved by Had been changed into cold, cold stone. And it was then there  came a  resounding blow     Full mighty on the great castle door, And I opened it fully to the one who stood there, Who never had I in castle  life seen before. A Magician was he, and pointing to the throne He promised if I’d let him sit there, He bring back to life all I loved once more And free me from loneliness and despair.

To this I agreed for with all my heart For I'd loved and had been loved by all And great was my joy when after he sat Slight movement came to all that I saw. But in that movement I could see that it was  Like the clockwork toys as a child I’d known, And in horror I awoke to what I’d agreed to And I turned to cast him from the kingdom’s throne. But he sat smiling on the great throne of power, Which by right was no one’s but mine, And my soldiers he clockworked to their full power That they seize me and in chains then bind. But I escaped and from my castle I ran Into the kingdom, which a desert had become, But I know in the desert there’s a river somewhere In which the true Waters of Life always run. And in that desert I am there still seeking For the Living Water, with which I can gain  My rightful place once more on the throne And a New Kingdom of Life myself attain.