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.
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