The Fisherman

Like a fish on the line fighting so as not to be caught So is this fight of mine for that inner peace I sought So desperately fighting to get away to be on my own Not having learned even to this day yet being grown In all that tossing about, a gentle tug pulling me back As on and on goes the bout, I begin to see where I lack But I continue to resist and use every bit of my resolve I may have chosen to enlist yet a heart can often revolve Soon my will begins to drain as He gently draws me near So much resistance all in vain becomes much more clear Laying there so helpless He draws me next to His Side In that I have caused all this mess in acting upon pride In taking me into His Hand He is but gentle and so kind I soon began to understand as all those tangles unwind But this I didn't see for this Fisherman had a special Way For then He set me free to go about and live another day Matthew 4:19 And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.