Love upon the well

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Once in hundreds of decades
Love burst to soak the dried land
Long and clean weel got dug up,
To serve water in drought counties
For it was the only way to save the nation.
     
Upon her way...going to fetch
She met with a simple, good looking man but who seemed to be tired.
The love were sitting on the well.
                                         
After pulling a full heavy skin bag of water
She got a request if giving. 
Astonishment feelings sprung her face for she didn't expect anything.       

The king humbled to ask with simplicity.
That He may give his life as ransom to save the nation.
He blessed wicked Samaritans
He saved furious Romans
He died for disrespected Africans
Just to save cursed humanity and restore them to be daughters and sons of God.

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