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Little boy fishing, there is much to be taught.
Secretly, the Master's plan, is working in his heart.
Sweet gentle breezes, stirring up the air...
Assurance and peace, that his Father's there.
Warmth hugs his shoulders, I love you my son.
Enjoying earth's beauty, the two become one.
His love for his Father, plants a longing desire.
And deep in his heart, his spirit soars higher.
Goodness and beauty, the light of communion.
His eyes opened wide to the joy of this union.
Seeds of His glory, newly planted in his soul.
Growing in Love's grace, to be completed and whole.
In his tenderness of life, a babe is just learning,
The love of His Father, will satisfy his yearning.
His lesson in fishing holds so much more,
And just the beginning of what God has in store.
In the joy of the moment, in the midst of elation.
He speaks to His Dad, in sweet conversation...
Oh Dad, I want to be...a mighty fisherman.
One who teachs others, so they will understand.
I hope I grow up just like you, that is what I wish,
With wisdom and strength, please help me learn to fish.
Do I cast the Bread, and quickly set the hook?
I could try it by myself, or do I need Your Book?
Little one, you will be... a mighty fisherman.
Teaching of My love, so they will understand.
The lessons that I give, as you bask in this place.
Will go with you always, as you seek My face.
My son, you will learn, to cast forth My Bread,
So the tired and the hungry, always will be fed.
Many are searching, as they swim in the deep.
Ever looking and longing, for something to eat.
You must learn patience, as you wait for a bite.
For all are not willing, to come into the Light.
Some want to nibble, and not take the hook.
Staying in murky water, with bits and pieces of My Book.
They look to my Word, and ponder it a moment.
Then off on their way, they flee quickly from it.
But son, think of them, as valued as the last.
For life or death is in, every word that you cast.
Keep reaching out, my child, offering your best.
Fish with the Bread of Life, and I will do the rest.
You are my little helper, to bring them to the Light.
To feed many others, once they've given up the fight.
Son, your Daddy loves you, listen to My Word.
Grow up in My presence, with everything you've heard,
Teach others of My Love, so they will understand.
And one day you will be...A Mighty Fisherman...
Author: Julie Carro
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