Deep and Wide

In a former incarnation I was a child in the Elim Pentecostal Church. I had no idea what a Pentecostal Church was, and my parents certainly didn't know (or they wouldn't have let me and my sister go). We went because they sang and we loved to sing.
One such song was Deep and Wide

Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
There's a fountain flowing
deep and wide
Deep and Wide, Deep and Wide
There's a fountain flowing
deep and wide

We also would sing:

Plunge right in, cleanse your sin
in the fountain flowing deep and wide...and so on

In these days of anniversary I am doing a lot of thinking about past religious experiences and that was certainly one of them. I wonder what would have happened if I had found out what Pentecostal was, and would I have gravitated towards it. Some how I think not. While I still like to sing, what attracts me to God these days is not (just) religious experience it is also reflection on truth.
While the simple sentiment of the chorus is fun, it avoids the real depth and breadth of how God has dealt with me and continues to do so. Sometimes with rejoicing and light hearted singing. Other times with pain and anxiety. I have been able to respond on occasion and be brave on others. I have gone into places where I had never imagined I could go. Sometimes I have plunged right in, other times I could not even put my toe in the water.

I found someone else's words (see here) which better attest to the mystery of deep and wide...some of the words are:

I was the woman with the voices in her head.

I didn’t know my own was missing.

But there was something about the way you softly said

My name, that all my demons stopped to listen.

Oh deep and wide, so deep and wide where no one could find me,

Deep and wide, oh deep and wide were the places I’d hide.

So deep and wide, oh deep and wide was the dark I let blind me.

So I failed to see, you’d been looking for me deep and wide

and again

I was the woman drawing water at the well

You were the one who came to test me.

And ‘cause you knew that I was thirstier than hell,

You were the first one who could best me.

Oh deep and wide, oh deep and wide was the river beneath me

But it was deep and wide, so deep and wide, yet my well had run dry.

So deep and wide, oh deep and wide, a thirst that would not release me,

And I couldn’t believe you’d bring that water to me

From somewhere deep and wide.

It's a theme worth pursuing