His love consumes me.

I sometimes sit here alone,
My head hung in shame.

At the way I live, my thoughts, my actions
The things I do in my secret heart.

Then one day, as I sit
came this stranger to the well

He wasn't handsome, like I have known handsome
But his eyes were kind and his gentle hands

They held mine, like He knew me
Like I knew Him

And the next moment,
I did KNOW him.
And not only did I know Him,
I loved him.

And his love consumed me.
This man at the well.
He quenched my thirst and took my poor water
in exchange for his sweet and satisfying one.

And everyday he waits for me,
by this well, where sometimes I go.

ANd when I go, He is happy to see me
and wants me like I need to be wanted.

I love my Man at the well,
and His love consumes me.