I "Be"
I came to drink the waters of Bethel. I shoved my life in ‘ole Jukey and with momma Drove eighteen thousand and eleven miles. I wonder how far the journey to Jacob’s well felt? To draw water of destiny and the plans you have for me. To learn to worship more freely. To give you more space. More time. To see you Face To Face. I tried every trick To work water from that well. But it didn’t fit. It didn’t make sense. So I laid it all down— You said, “I’m not your slave master. I call you friend." I let out all I’d been holding within. Of the walls of my Jericho, I finally let go. I could breathe again. I found you in my shambles. I found you in my shame. I found you in my secrets. And I found you in my pain. I let go of the bucket. It wasn’t big enough to hold it: All you had in your arms for
