Woman At The Well

There once lived a woman, her story's very typical
Much like any woman unaware that she's beautiful
Trying to fit in when she was made an individual
Smile on the outside, inside miserable
The root of her pain is not visible
She grew up in poverty, surviving off the minimum
Just her family in a house no bigger than a living room
Plus no father-figure around to install principles
That last part was very critical
Not knowing the meaning of love, she think it's physicial
She desired to be desired, so any 'him' would do
They'd love her and leave her, that was the ritual
Now she's feeling pitiful
So many tears after years was enough to fill a swimming pool
With no one to turn to, she turned spiritual
Praying, Lord, where are you, I really need to hear from you
Then Jesus said, All the while I've been with you
I was simply awaiting an invite before I visit you
No thought can be withholden from me
I know what you're living through
All I ask is a chance just to show you that I'm here for you
If you live in me, I'll live in you
Call on Me, I'll answer thee, and great things I'll reveal to you
She replied, Yea, Lord, then became living proof
He healed her from her heartache, and that was her first miracle