by W. Robert Boyd
Gathered in sin scorched throats, hover in weeping cries, for bubbling floods of grace. Jesus to quench in wine. Splintered pots ever seeping, constant need of refilling. Dried fuming souls return for heaven’s wash of love. Come holy daughters, and drink Rebekah and Rachel, Zipporah, and the brides, be filled with the waters, rejoice in the Father, and meet at the LORD’S well, the stream that never runs dry.
W. Robert Boyd is a disabled vet who has recently rediscovered the Lord. He is excited about the ways God has been affecting his family and himself, his relationships and his ability to write again. He is active in his church and the local Christian Writers Group.