Gone Fishing

OK, so we don't use 'Hooks,'
We use Loving Nets to Lure,
Truth, and Love, fills the boat,
To a point, God won't let it sink.

Gone Fishing
By Arley Steinhour 051614

Today, looks like a good day,
To take a pole and go fishing,
The clouds are mild, not too hot,
Multi-tasking I think they'd call it.

While fishing, there's time for you and me,
To have Prayer conversation, without blinking,
Also, write down my Prayerful thoughts,
For the fish, who want to know you.

Folks come by, and ask me,
'How are they biting, today,'
A greedy grin pastes upon my face,
As I respond, 'about a hundred fifty three.'

The shock, and horror, leaves their face,
'Tell me, perhaps, I came to right place,'
So, I tell the truth, 'I didn't, catch that many,'
Since, fishing from the 'Right Side,' catches more.'

'Oh, my god, a man of God,' they say, rising to run,
'Stop and stay a wee bit longer,' I call,
'If you ask, I'll not bother you, with Him,
He doesn't want to be 'intrusive,' of anyone.'

On a good day, when fishing is good,
And Spirit sets 'hook' in a heart,
The person tends to stick around,
To hear God's Truth, what 'Right Side's' all about.

Once we let the Spirit take up residence,
Through Repentance of our Sinful ways,
The change is clear, for the world to see,
Another 'Fisherman,' casts, and stays.

AMEN