The wine was gone; the pots were dry,
And just a Man was standing by.
“Now all these pots, with water fill.”
He said these words—stayed, standing still.
With awe the servants looked at Him,
And then they filled them to the brim.
What said He next? “Now draw it up,
And take the governor a cup.”
“A cup of this? This water here?”
The servants trembled with some fear.
But they obeyed that very hour,
And God reached down in all His power!
That water turned to special brew,
And only faithful servants knew!
A need for wine abounds today,
A need for men to serve and pray!
Our God calls out for vintage wine—
A wine that’s neither yours nor mine.
When you step out in faith to fill
Your vessel up and do His will,
Your plain, old water turns to wine—
Turned by the power of God divine.
With leap of faith we dip and pour
And sweat and struggle back for more;
We trembling, take it to all men,
And this we do again, again.
Then, lo, it turns before our eyes
Into a wonderful surprise!
When we have none, God in His way
Meets our obedience day by day.
Our water turns to vintage wine—
That is not yours and is not mine!
This miracle has but one plan:
To manifest God’s self to man,
So that all men around may see
The wine of God through you and me.
—Rachel Weaver
