“Master,” Simon replied, “we have worked hard all night without catching anything. But because You say so, I will let down the nets.”
Luke 5:5
Lord, if I’m being honest
I’m starting to doubt what you promised
I feel I’ve been fishing all night
Yet nothing still seems to go right
The tension is too great to bear
When nobody else dares to care
About what I (or You) want
Or those silent dangers that haunt
But maybe that’s really the point
Of how You train those you anoint
I won’t gain the power of the cross
Til I grieve this world as my loss
So I’ll learn to swallow my pride
And seek fish on the Other Side
Impossible tasks I’ll construe
As narrow paths leading to You
Radically Happy 
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