Sitting still with memories.
A well amongst the flowers,
containing thoughts of a family drawing
life giving water,
Containing cold drink
for a passing stranger.
Children dropping stones
to hear the echo,
while they picnic nearby.
When the family moved on,
Ol' well cried 'til it was dry.
Farmhouse is gone now,
once in a while the children visit,
speaking, while the well.. echoes
their hello and goodbyes.
To you and I,
it's just a well amongst the flowers.
To some it's buckets full of memories.
Perhaps you and I have been useful
to provide God's comfort even gave others...
memories and will leave a legacy.
Allow the Lord to develop you
into a well amongst the flowers.
for a passing stranger.
Children dropping stones
to hear the echo,
while they picnic nearby.
When the family moved on,
Ol' well cried 'til it was dry.
Farmhouse is gone now,
once in a while the children visit,
speaking, while the well.. echoes
their hello and goodbyes.
To you and I,
it's just a well amongst the flowers.
To some it's buckets full of memories.
Perhaps you and I have been useful
to provide God's comfort even gave others...
memories and will leave a legacy.
Allow the Lord to develop you
into a well amongst the flowers.
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