Eyes seen through covered scarf,
In the desert, begging for water I asked,
These eyes to the sky, I prayed,
Where fore is this water that last.
I thirst heavily, this I do,
I traveled for miles on a whispered clue,
Seeking this living water that I heard,
With that water, this pain I hoped to soothe.
A figure comes walking to me as I lay.......
Grace shown that I could never repay,
That is what I feel is coming this day,
The water I have hoped to drink,
It comes through the one walking to me today.........