At His Word
AT HIS WORD
It was high noon, the morning was gone
And we were tired and worn
The fish lay asleep, in the beautiful deep
And our sun drenched bodies suffered from the heat
I glanced as the stranger
He spoke to me
Said drop your net on the other side
You will catch an awesome prize
T’was not long after, the net was heavy
I required the strength of other men
To carry the amazing load
Just as the stranger had said
So right He was I didn’t understand
That the fish really moved at His command
For it was the master’s voice
We had only one choice
To obey His words and reap the prize
A net load of fish on the other side.
Written and Created by: Dolly Dovier’ Erich
Copyright©April 26, 2009, revised: June, 2009
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