We stood upon the shore to fish
For blessings from the sea.
We cast our line or tossed our net
In hopes of what might be.
Some days the catch was small,
While some days we pulled in a catch
That held no fish at all.
That’s all we knew to do.
At least until everything changed
The day we heard from You.
But, this time, fish for men
That there might be even more souls
Saved from the depths of sin.
Some days the catch is small.
Yet big or small, we still rejoice
That You have saved them all.
As You’ve called us to do.
For all those ”fish” still in the sea
Are precious in Your view.
And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you
fishers of men.”
Another sweet blessing from ATF out of Galveston.
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