Fisher of Men
I look for opportunity
To cast the lively bait
To an ocean full of hungry fish
All lying still in wait.
Their souls are starving
for the love
That everbody needs
But they look in mass directions
Searching through the weeds.
Swimming in an open sea
Safety lies with numbers
But alert I stand at the helm
No time to take a slumber
For time is short
And never to repent
Once gone from earth
It is too late
And judgement then is set.
So now I look out at the sea
And ask myself, "What now?"
I cannot catch an ocean of fish.
But now I wish and wish and wish
That there are others just like me
Waiting for a fish.
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