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Easter 2017

Cast your net were his first words to me I will make you a fisher of men followed after From the moment I tried to lift my heavy net I knew i had met my master I would follow him to the ends of the world Be an apostle and learn at his feet I thought the intent of my heart was enough I love him enough, don’t I? Through almost all his miracles I stood An apostle of the prophet, such a great thing And when I walked on water to him Seeing only Jesus, never the storm But a slip from my vision almost caused my death But he pulled me up from out of the storm And I knew how much he loved, I knew I love him enough, don’t I? Some words he said I never understood Infact sometimes I was sure he was confused Why would he tell me to watch and pray When normal men sleep and snore at this hour Why would he be on a mountain at this hour How could he believe I would deny him I love him enough, don’t I? What would my family do without me And that same night I denied him Three times in fact just as he said And when they screamed to crucify him No words escaped my mouth in opposition My heart was filled with grief I’m not sure if I love him enough Oh God, take vengeance for your sin Show these people who is King I cried In my heart, I knew I was just like them I had forsaken my lord and I was guilty as others And when the veil was torn in two I was sure we would all perish I would be torn apart in holy vengeance Did I not love him at all? But nothing happened, I lived No hail, flood or fire fell from heaven One day, two days then the third Then I heard my Master was resurrected And my shame was overtaken by joy When I saw him, he held out his hand Taught again and left for me a mandate He loves me and that’s enough

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