Going Fishing

Lord I'm going fishing today
So give me spiritual bait
To help this living dying race
Before it's all too late

Let me cast a hopeful heart
Upon a lost and lonely soul
Give me peace and understanding
As I fiercely grip my pole

As Your Word becomes the light
My tackle box is full
And my rod is bending downward
From a sinner I feel the pull

Give me strength to reel him in
And take him off the hook
Then place him in Your loving arms
With his hand around Your book

Lord let my catch be bountiful
For it remains to be seen
That You will help me bring them in
But they are Yours to clean

Book by Kathleen Higham

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