Fisherman of Grace

In a sea of self I was swimming til the day that I was caught

In a sea where storms always gathered, where no refuge could be sought.

Though at first I struggled against it, I just could not get away

From the all consuming talents of the fisherman of grace.

He has cast his nets and lured me- nets that bind and set me free.

He brings me into his vessel and away he carries me

To the banks of endless praises-To forgiveness’s fertile shores

What was mortal is now swallowed up By life forevermore.

He will never throw me back that’s not part of his aim

He’s salted me and cleaned me and seared me in his flame

Broken and served up for the waiting world to devour

And as they feed upon me, I am showing them his power.

For in a world that’s hungry, begging for food for their souls

There are so many substitutes that soon will take their toll

But we are put into this world to nourish every part

Broken and distributed to the starving sinsick hearts.

11-17-98

Anthony Foster