A Fisherman Transformed
| There once was a man, And he loved to fish, But little did he know, The importance of this. Early in the morning, Before the sun rises, Waking up yearning, For a day of surprises. He's a true fisherman, But not like a pro, He packs up his gear, And is ready to go. Beginning his journey, The sky is still dark, He enters the water, A world he embarks. The fisherman’s humble, Committed and loving, Patient and faithful, The uncertain is coming. At times he will catch none, But patiently waits, So carefully chosen, Has faith in the bait. Committed is he, |
Blessed with these virtues, For more than he knows, The plans for his purpose, To prosper and grow. Why does he fish? Will the mystery cease? From where comes this passion, That gives him such peace? There’s something inside him, That he will soon find, The reason for fishing, In the back of his mind. Finally one day, The enigma made clear, The reasons for fishing, There’s no more to fear. He is not rich, Nor is he poor, Because of the one, That he adores. Worry not of tomorrow, But trust in the way, No more walls of the past, He lives for today. Now I have changed, From a poor fisherman, To a soul seeking servant, A fisher, of men… |
| R.S. 11/03 |