Could any man be born again?
Could he relay such word to men?
Incredible! His pride now shorn,
He asked how man could be reborn.
A leader and a learned man,
He sought by night, a cautious plan.
To learn the Master's way.
The Master talked of fitful breeze
That frolicked through the trembling trees
And hinted at new birth.

To Nicodemus and all men
He said: "Ye must be born again,"
And counseled, "Marvel not."

Nor could the woman at the well
Conceive how one unknown could tell
Her past and present life.
She marveled that the stranger knew,
And all he said of her was true!
Had not a prophet come?
He talked with her whose ethnic caste
Denied such freedom in the past.
But he was freedom's breath!
Refreshing water he could give
To banish thirst and make men live!
Could she live on and on?
At length she asked that she be given
That wondrous draft that flows from heaven—
That water everlasting!

The Christ still walks along the way,
Still pauses at the well to say
To weary, thirsty, famished men:
Ye need not ever thirst again;
My drink is Life eternal.

Jayne Holmes Warren

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Meeting Entrance Requirements
November 2, 1968

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