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Fishers of man

Poetry By: Foliostar
Song lyrics


really cool worship song


Submitted:May 17, 2010    Reads: 116    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   


We are outcast. Cause we are cast out from darkness. We are misfits. Nothing is as great as a families Sunday.
We are famished from the decisions to fall for distraction.

Chorus
Alone and unknown. But loved by the othe followers. we jump off of the porch., to reach out to the poor. Rejoice cause 12 have already walked this course. Weve been healed. So lets bring the reels out and fish in the ones who are gone. Going forth a saint weve been called. We are fishers of all men.
Bring us a vision again.

Cheer like the winning team is yours. Cheer cause of the passion of the cross. Scream for the victory.Get off your hands. Stand up to the giants. And dance they have already fallen. Lift your arms to the steeple. Chart the ocean. Voyage the globe. Do a 180 from the equator to the empire state building. 360 then round it again. Whatever it takes till the whole world makes the good new of our Lord . Consume ever part of their hearts. Cause this freedom we know their own.


Chorus
Alone and unknown. But loved by the othe followers. we jump off of the porch., to reach out to the poor. Rejoice cause 12 have already walked this course. Weve been healed. So lets bring the reels out and fish in the ones who are gone. Going forth a saint weve been called. We are fishers of all men.
Webe been in a state of panic. And the static is coming from heaven to earth.And its all ours.

He died for us. Lets live for him
Put down all stones pick up the bibles. Lay forth foundation to the nations. Lets be the meaning of peaple of freedom. If God were here would he call you son. Would you be recognized by him. When you pass by. Will you wave a hand. Wait for him to shake it 3 times over. Or will we be standing alone without the idols of this world. Will we pure to the Father of the water.


Chorus
Alone and unknown. But loved by the othe followers. we jump off of the porch., to reach out to the poor. Rejoice cause 12 have already walked this course. Weve been healed. So lets bring the reels out and fish in the ones who are gone. Going forth a saint weve been called. We are fishers of all men.
This is a state of panic. He is coming form the heavens wonder. For the ones not looking up bring them a Vision that is seen again out of the crushed ones. From a milenium to the year of 2010 this cup is it. Lets let it be filled.

Fishers of men
We can be them
Fishers of men.
We can dress without this sin.
Fishers of men.
Forgiveness is the beginning of freedom.
If we bring it to them. We can be God shephered to the wondering fllowers among thorns to the Lord.
We are more when were swimming as fishers of men.





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