There was a foot path that wound through Barry County
An area now bordered by Guernsey Lake and Enzian roads
It snakes through woods , swamps and meadows
Up a hill to a spring in a field that has never been sowed


Everyday old lady Rahab walked the winding path
To get a drink of water and fill her jugs for the day
The water was the sweetest she had ever tasted
It always satisfied her and made her feel so alive


She circled seven stones to mark the spot
A secret location she swore she would never tell
A spot she kept close to her heart
A spot she fondly called Rahab's well


One day she was resting at her favorite fishing hole
A tall handsome stranger came walking along
He was withered by his journey and the hot July sun
And kept whistling some oddly familiar song
He asked Rahab if she had any clean water
Rahab just stared back biting her tongue
Then something stirred inside deep inside her
For once her heart overruled her mind
And she gave the tall stranger directions
To the sweetest water he would ever find
He walked off into the sunset whistling that familiar song
She knew it from her childhood, it would haunt her all night long


A few weeks later Rahab began to notice
Her footpath grew wider and easier to find
Some of the trees along the path were marked with arrows
At the edge of the field was a make shift sign
"Living water lies just ahead"
Rahab grew angry and her face raged red


As weeks became months and months became years
Footpaths became trails and trails became roads
The fields became farms and the farms became towns
Strangers became neighbors and neighbors became friends
Rahab's world was changing all around her and she didn't know why
She just worried about her spring and her life source would run dry


One day Rahab was walking her new path to the spring
Enjoying the peace and the solace that only the swamps could bring
She heard a noise in the distance the sound of voices starting to sing
She sprinted through the field and up the hill
Excited to see what could be happening
She stood there exhausted her hands on her knees
On her spring stood a well circled by a huge crowd


She recognized an old childhood Psalm
They were all singing out loud
There were red and yellow and black and white
Grandparents and grandchildren and all ages between
Some of the strangest people she had ever seen
She moved through the masses to get a better look
Standing at the well was that tall stranger from long ago
He offered her a drink and said "welcome friend"
The same sweet water she feared would soon end
But it was just a sweet as she remembered all through her years
And her anger and rage was washed away by her tears
Rahab stood up and braced herself leaning on the well
Her secret was discovered but she no longer feared her loss
Her seven stones were still circled, now at the foot of a cross