But mine is such an ordinary boat,
Battered about by waves and inner
war
Staying afloat, but really only
just,
What could the Lord of Heaven want
it for?
He wants to use it as a place to
teach?
Sure, that’s just basic
hospitality,
I can make room for him to stand
right there,
It’s just a platform, nothing about
me.
But then he wants to go out in the
deep
In my boat! Lord, I’m such a little
thing,
I have no skills, no gift to carry
you,
Others are better for your
ferrying.
And yet, I go. His word compels me
on
Into those places deep, alone and
wet,
And when I falter in my weariness,
He tells me, calmly, to put out my
net.
What! Don’t you know that we toiled
all the night
For nothing? There are no fish to
pursue!
And yet, and yet, his word compels
me still,
So this, confused, obedient, I do.
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