The night had gone barren
Men of skill had gone unfruitful
Men of the sea, were bowed
The trauma of unrewarded toil
Morning had insisted brightly
Frustration was just confirmed
Men had to match out disappointed and catchless
No show for the night’s labour, they left cashless
Casted nets had gathered no even small prey
A great uneasy, the lazy wash by the seashore
Emotions went high, when He came
a drift in the sea, their boat got business
Fathers business was right on course
Lower your net, a soft call rented
But… But… the loud vehemently protested
We have been here, all night long
We are not mere, our experience is long
Yet! at your word, we do it again
Going back to a place, you have known defeat
Navigating the deep you have spent all night
Waters that have washed over your tossing boat
Toiling again, the already despaired heart
Wasting the only strength, buried in frustration
Yet! at your Word we will do it again
Wait a minute, the tossing boat did a turn
A cry, the empty net was tearing quick
The weight almost capsizing the pitiful boat
Cries of help, so much a catch, overwhelming
Worry checked in, sinking in blessing given
Almost buried in the weight of providence
A catch, left him conscious of Him
Away from me, the fish drama cut him deep
Twas a tale of amazed crowd and conscious him.
Of Job change and lakeside ordination
So he changed, in astonishing instance
Twasn’t Fish he longed for but Him
They left everything and followed Him, the toils of this life is a voice that continuously beacon us to come and fellowship with God. Going through the same thing over and over is very unsettling yet it is through obedience that we truly come to be fellowship with Christ. As we unwind what we had wind, as we do again what we thought we were done and dusted lets trust God for more grace. Only then is when we will begin to see that it is the hand of circumstance that God uses to mould us. As I see the revolving table, I must never fail to see the ONE behind the moving wheel.
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