If you could really see then you would ask of Me.
She knew the well was far to deep for Him to wet His lips
but something told her that He spoke of so much more than all of this.

If you could really see then you would ask of Me.

When you spoke she wanted to believe the things He said
but who could this man be that she might never thirst again?
Her heart raced, could He be the one we've waited for,
the one we've waited for?