Fishers of Men
In saying follow Me, Jesus then made something else clear
As also contained in His decree is what He holds most dear
Always worried about the others in calling them lost sheep
Preaching we are Brothers and from these actions we reap
Like a candle under a basket or a voice not willing to sing
He paid your entire debt and what to Him shall you bring
Saying throughout the land, all those who haven't heard
God's Wisdom to understand in coming to know His Word
Keeping His Word not only inside, but outside for all to see
Thinking not of my pride but of all The Fathers Glory to be
Here casting line after line with hardly even one single bite
And yet all is fine, sitting here, in the shadows of His Light
Oh to be the fisher of a lost soul as all of the Heavens Sing
Such a tiny, tiny little role in any of the ones that we bring
Yes, It is all of His Glory in giving Him such righteous praise
Everyone should at least hear His Story especially now a days
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2015
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