Mistreated like the woman at the well,
I've known the sting of words and deeds of shame,
But now my heart with gratitude does swell,
When hearing as I have of Jesus' name.
Although to live up to my worth I've failed,
The Father sees His faithful Son in me.
Unto the cross His hands and feet were nailed,
That I could of my sin and guilt be free.
It's true that Jesus rose up from the dead,
I know Him by His word and presence here,
And like the woman at the well I'll spread
His fame abroad to all who'll lend an ear.
So many of their day gave her the time,
Despite how men had used her, she did shine.