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He Is Everything
A poem on redemption
In the heat of the day
She carried her jar and walked down to the well.
It wasn’t the typical time to draw water,
And that was exactly why she was there.
So she could avoid all the shame and the stares.
Then he asked for a drink;
When she asked Him her questions the truth He would tell.
He talked to her about His living water.
And His words, they would change her -
This wonderful stranger.
But when she tried to share it, her neighbors, they cried,
Who do you think you are, talking about Him after all that you’ve done?
What kind of message do you think you could bring?
I don’t know; all I know
Is though I am nothing, He is everything
He was changed on that road;
He was blinded by light and he heard from the Savior.
And he followed the call to proclaim all the gospel,
But the fearful among them were skeptical of him,
Those he’d persecuted collectively cried.
Who do you think you are, talking about Him after all that you’ve done?
What kind of message do you think you could bring?
I don’t know; all I know
Is though I am nothing, He is everything.
He never chose the religious elite,
But His heart is moved by those broken at His feet.
No matter who we are, He can redeem us whatever we’ve done.
And this is the message He calls us all to bring.
We know, how we know
Without Him we’re nothing. He is everything.
