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The Fisherman. A Poem

 



The Fisherman



Scripture inspiration:

Matthew 4: 13-25



A fisherman goes walking

to his little patch of sea;

and by every observation

he looks just like you and me


And though he wears a backpack

as he heads up 'long the shore;

it bears no hooks, or bait nor knife

for he catches fish no more


His loving Master's orders are

to hook a greater prize;

to wander forth, find needy souls

for whom his Jesus died


He walks 'longside the sunrise

all glorious hued and gold;

and thinks about the stories

'bout missionaries been told


Men and women humble, bold

God's bright message outward took;

and many creature comforts

for His glory they forsook


Tom is eager, unafraid

at start of his own journey;

leans on Jesus and His Word

and each courageous story


First encounters happy band:

a group of people dance and play;

they laugh at tracts he gives:

say, play with us or go away


Now the Spirit soon shows Tom: Alas!

Their only goal is pleasure;

they will not stop their romping

to seek the proferred treasure


Sadly Tom walks further on

finds it hard to understand;

how these folks can be so blind

while dancing on God's strand


The gulls are wheeling, crying

while waves sing hymns of praise;

dolphins sail in dance of joy

Tom's own heart lifts in praise


And just around the corner

someone busy on the sand;

seeking treasure to and fro

barely stops to shake Tom's hand


May I give you one of these?

Tom's smile is sure and kind;

but the stranger walks right on

only riches on his mind


Tom walks 'longside the sunset

the landscape God has made;

he prays for this man's soul

as the day begins to fade


By the dunes he sets up camp

gives thanks for his supplies;

while watching a young surfer

who with grace races and flies


The surfer ends his practice

then sits down at our Tom's side;

and many are his questions

as the sun sinks to the tide


Now at the new day's dawning

Tom goes walking 'long the sea;

and with him goes his Master

as they seek more souls to free



***


Copyright: Alison Lawrence


***


Love and blessings,

Alison

:)








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