The Empty Well

The Empty Well

I was stuck in the bottom of an empty well
No one was anywhere around
As hard as I tried to get myself out
I feared I would never be found

There was no hope for me whatsoever down there
With no water, no warmth, no food
I scrambled up the sides, climbing left and right
But falling back down, I feared there was nothing I could do

It was lonely and dingy and dark in that well
I don't know how I got to that place
I made a mistake that didn't seem very big
But mistakes grow still the same

So, I sat myself down and said a prayer
Hoping maybe God would hear
I prayed "I don't know how I got in this mess,
but I need help getting out of here"

I ended the prayer feeling peaceful at first,
Then loneliness filled my heart
Maybe I've buried myself in way too deep
And He is tired of digging me out

Then, all of a sudden, I heard a sound
It was the sound of stomping feet
I just KNEW it was God's answer to my prayer
This was such a miracle to me

I yelled and I yelled, hoping the man would hear
But the stomping sound faded away
I started to feel cold with despair
Feeling it was God's fault I would be here to stay

Then I looked up, my eyes blotchy and red
To see a man dressed in white
He called down to me and asked
My child have you been here all night?

I sobbed and I sobbed, with tears of joy,
and said "Yes! I have been here for days!"
The man threw down a rope, and gently pulled me out
I owed him in so many ways

The man was gone as quickly as he had come
When this rough journey of mine came to an end
I have no doubt in my heart that I knew who He was
He was the Lord, my Savior, my Friend





This poem was written when I was 13 or 14. I woke up in the middle of the night, with thoughts running through my head. So, I got out a piece of paper and just started writing. The entire poem was written in under 10 minutes, and very little changes were made from the original draft. At the time, I couldn't really relate personally to this, but the "need" to write it was very strong..