The Fisherman
The Fisherman has been
To tell of His way to catch
To fill up that empty net
When they have tried every direction
Saying catching these fish are hopeless
That the boat would overflow
With a never before seen fish
Of all the abundance shown
Are to reel in that big one
That it might be found
Oh how he taught which line to use
To tie the best knot not to break
Which kind of pole for different fish
Which bait for different waters
To even put the bait on your hook
That you might have a chance
If not wanting to get those hands dirty
He told one of the weather forecast
That the wind and waters would be calm
His boat is sturdy not to sink in any weather
If the waves come they are rejected
That one might feel the fish when it bites
Oh this fisherman knows these waters
And which fish to keep and throw away
He has been available for all to see
And will take one out for free
In hope to show His ways
That one might be ready
When it's their time to fish
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