In the heat of the day by a well on the road,
A woman came carrying years of her load.
He saw her, knew her, turned her heart inside out—
And showed her what grace is really about.

Lift up your eyes, the time isn’t late—
The harvest is ready, the moment is great.
What you’ve been waiting for, aching to see—
Is already here, unfolding in thee.
No more delay, no need to strive—
Truth’s revelation is fully alive.

Twelve long years she bled with shame,
Outside the temple, no one to name.
But faith reached out, and love replied—
“You’re my daughter, healed, justified.”

Lift up your heart, the work is in place—
The Comforter comes with power and grace.
Your doubts aren’t your destiny, fear can’t decide—
Spirit is present, and healing’s inside.
The time isn’t later—it’s now, it’s here—
Love writes the future, and the vision is clear.