Digging a Well with Toothpicks - Melody Conjurske

For these living waters full and free

The craving I now find in me,

But how to get them, I know not,

So then I use what I have got

These little tiny worthless sticks

I’m digging a well with toothpicks,

With all my efforts, I have found,

I’m only scratching up the ground.

I’m angry, frustrated and hurt,

That my little sticks can’t pick up the dirt.

I cast my little sticks aside,

And in my Heavenly Friend confide.

I ask in simple faith that He

Would scoop the dirt right out for me,

And so according to His word,

I find my little prayer is heard.

Melody Conjurske

July 2009