I never will forget the catch.
It carried me through thick and thin.
what’s more the words that He’d attach
“soon I’ll make you fisher of men.”
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I didn’t get the catch at first—
years later as I learned to fail,
thrice I denied Him, my heart burst—
He’s teaching me through all detail.
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How many times now have I tried,
exhausted, anxious, failed to heed:
“just cast off on the other side.”
Obedience I’m sloth to read:
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The catch: He said “Tu es Pierre,”
and pressure of five thousand years,
fell on my soul, can’t breathe the air,
for drowning in a sea of fears.
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I’ll need convince them, what I heard:
I’m captain of this troop unshod.
Hook Jew and Gentile with His Word
not just Messiah, He is God.
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I cast the Net: Heaven and Hell.
The Catch: in very Flesh was bought;
no servant can Master excell;
He’s leading me where I wish not.
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He hooked me with a noble flock,
rope-scinding weight beyond my might,
the catch, to know: “He called me Rock,
His Yoke’s easy, His Burden light.”
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All will occur just as He said.
His Word is a two edge-d sword.
You'll hate it live, and love it dead,
and rise with eyes on Christ the Lord.
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We couldn’t lift them all aboard.
“It’s Him!” I cried and swam to greet
“You know I love, I love you Lord!
I love the catch now!”— “Feed my sheep.”
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I never will forget the catch.
mein A und O. His Word can’t fail:
—fiend sought to sift me, met his match—
“The powers of hell shall not prevail.”
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Beautiful said. I am not much on the internet these days of Summer but I have to tell you that what did you write about Mary was the most hardest thing that I read in many decades since my years of Uni in my classes of Philosophy and still your essay was terrible estrange and I had to read it again because of its complexity and depth. What is in your mind of yours is hard to uncovered, I say this in lightness not in disgust, more in the spirit of curiosity that probably is not the best spirit because of its flaky nature. Cheers from the west coast and hope you have a summer blast of spiritual intensity nature.
Well done Stephen. I enjoyed reading this, Peter’s poem.