S4:E11 – Only the Lover Sings: Théa Rosenburg, “Below the Tideline”

&quot;Below the Tideline&quot; by Théa Rosenburg | One Thousand Words https://www.matthewclark.net/mcwordpress/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/OTW_S4-E11-OTLS_Thea-Rosenburg.mp3 Théa Rosenburg has worked as a dental assistant, an indie musician, a peddler of handknit gifts, an art teacher, an informal librarian, and an editor. She is a regular contributor to Story Warren; her work has also appeared on The Rabbit Room, Risen Motherhood, Deeply Rooted, and in Wildflowers Magazine. Théa lives with her husband and four daughters in the Pacific Northwest where, when the wind blows from the right direction, she can smell the ocean from her front yard. She reviews children’s books for her blog, littlebookbigstory.com <li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_71 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-pinterest'><a href='https://www.pinterest.com/trosenburg/_saved/' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on Pinterest' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_72 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-instagram'><a href='https://www.instagram.com/thearosenburg/' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on Instagram' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_73 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-rss'><a href='http://littlebookbigstory.com/' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on RSS' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow Find out more about the Book &amp; Album &#8220;Only the Lover Sings&#8221; on the following podcasts&#8230; The Well By Matthew Clark Jesus, tired as he was, went and sat by Jacob’s well  There was no else around, until a woman came from town  She wound her way to him, With an empty water jar  She was worn and withered thin, With only thirst to fill her heart  &nbsp; And Jesus asked her for a drink; now, she was used to forward men  So she smiled and played the game, Cause isn’t every man the same?  When he tried to catch her eye, she would not cast a glance  Into the mirror of those depths, Where the Living Waters danced  &nbsp; Interlude  &nbsp; Then he touched a nerve so deep, he said the worst thing he could say  When he laid her sin out plain, In the open light of day  But he would not give up yet, Till she could hear him say her name  But she pivoted so quick, just trying to outrun all her shame &nbsp; With a wave she flung off hope, She dismissed it like a joke  Said, “It’ll all work out someday, if Messiah ever shows”  But as she took her jar to go, She turned just quick enough to see  A word well up in Jesus’ face, Enough to rinse a harlot clean  &nbsp; BRIDGE And I, I want to see it  I want to look him in the eye, I want to look him in the eye  I, I want to see it See what made that woman sing, see what made that woman sing  &nbsp; Because she dropped her old clay jar, and ran to tell the rest  Of the man who lifted every burden, Weighing on her chest,  And she sang out clear and clean, Like a virgin for her groom, “Let the whole world come and drink  From the Well who makes what’s sad untrue”      © 2022 Matthew Clark, Path in the Pines Music ASCAP The post S4:E11 &#8211; Only the Lover Sings: Théa Rosenburg, &#8220;Below the Tideline&#8221; appeared first on Matthew Clark.