Father's Eyes

The Well
By Ayrian Stone

There’s a well called Father’s Heart

And I see that well in you.

The well, it calls, “Come, draw and drink—

That’s all you need to do.”

 

No limit set on Father’s love,

No fear it may run dry.

No circumstance it can’t be found

When with my heart I cry.

 

I love this gift, the Father’s heart,

Displayed within your eyes.

The prayers you say flow from this place

And my heart is satisfied.

 

“Come, find rest,” invites His heart

And offers sustenance too.

This warmth and trust burst forth great joy

That floods my soul anew.

 

Perfect gift, this Father’s love

To those abused and worn.

No condemnation. It’s all free,

And my heart begins to soar.

 

“Abide in faith, abide in Me.”

I hear you say His words.

If at times you need to know—

His grace flows strong from you.