woman at jesus feetHe was despised and rejected–a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief… Isaiah 53:3a NLT

 Jesus, Man of Sorrows


Reflections of the Woman at the Well

Thoughts we’ve had but afraid to tell


Nobody understands, at least I don’t think so.

All alone after another stupid decision.

Withdraw into my corner of the planet

I am too comfortable wearing shame


Nobody feels my pain

Why would they?

How could they?

I bear my own stain


Judge me now if you must

Again, look down at me

Hope for me is not just

I deserve the worse, you see


He touched my chin, so our eyes could meet

Love was focused solely on me

A jolt of hope caused my heart to beat

Breathing once more, became a possibility


He knows my hidden pain

He is accustomed with my sorrow

He has walked in my rain

He has promised me tomorrow


How he understands, I know not why

Trust is fragile at best

Jesus is not just some random guy

His rejection and death, bought my rest