The poem contrasts the false wells of prosperity preachers, dug for profit and offering muddy, lifeless water, with the pure, free-flowing living water of Christ. While their greedy promises leave souls thirsty and unfulfilled, Jesus’ voice brings a spring of eternal life to the heart. Their stagnant lies collapse, but His truth washes away greed, reviving souls with refreshing, everlasting hope.

They dig their wells with silver spades,
Prosperity’s heralds, loud and brash,
“Drink here, pay well, and thrive,” they boast,
But the water’s mud, a bitter cash.

Their buckets gleam, their profits rise,
Yet parched souls linger by the brim,
Stagnant pools of hollow hope,
A thirst no coin can ever dim.

But Jesus stands, His voice a stream,
“From Me flows water, pure and free,”
A spring that leaps within the heart,
Life eternal, deep as sea.

Their wells run dry, their lies submerge,
While Christ’s tide washes greed away,
One sip of Him, and souls emerge,
Refreshed, alive, in endless day.