Who would have thought that they, <br />Launching out into the deep that day, <br />Would have caught such a catch amazing <br />Under an afternoon sun that was blazing? <br />Beyond belief, beyond measure, <br />Was the immensity of that silvery treasure. <br /> <br />Did their voices tremble, did their hands shake, <br />When their nets struggled and started to break? <br />What did they imagine? what did they think, <br />When their boats staggered and began to sink? <br />Who was this in the boat with them? <br />Rabbi, Master? or God Himself? <br />This was the Creator of earth and sea, <br />The Lord from heaven, the Almighty! <br /> <br />With divine conviction piercing his heart, <br />Peter fell down and cried, 'Lord, depart <br />From me, for I am a sinful man.' <br />He realised the truth [as rarely we can] <br />That an unbelieving heart dishonors the Lord, <br />Though he acted seemingly upon His word. <br /> <br />With eyes open and hearts on fire <br />They left their business, the men on hire, <br />Father Zebedee, the two boats, the broken nets, <br />By the side of the Lake Gennasaret; <br />Forsaking even the blessing glorious, <br />To follow the Lord-of-the-fishes victorious.<br /><br />Tom Prato<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lord-of-the-fishes/
