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By The Well
Twas an ordinary scene on an ordinary day,
she an ordinary woman on her ordinary way.
Doing work of little consequence, she walked to Jacob’s Well.
Could she have known that someday all would know her tale?
For as she went to fill her pot a man she noticed there,
who were he any other Jew would not have stopped to care.
But he took time and bid her, “Dip the cup and give me ...
Monday 11th March 2024 5:46 pm
Labor In The Field
Some were hired at the break of day, a price to work the field.
Then others hired each passing hour and given the same deal.
And when the eve was drawing nigh the Master with good will
looked out and saw some in the streets who yet were waiting still.
So, then he went to them and asked, "Why have ye labored not?"
They answered, "We have not been hired though labour we have...
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:06 pm
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