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The old gentleman had fished
most days of his life
His family once large
now just he and his wife
His boat seemed to know
where his net ought to fall
But lately dear Lord
his catch had been small
He threw out the net
'til his tired arms were spent
He pulled the net in
and found it was rent
Shadows were falling
as the last line he sewed
He must take in fishes
So gently he rowed
He threw one more time
From the opposite side
and felt from the weight
the movement of tide
He pulled and he heaved
hauled the net in the boat
so heavy with fish
not sure he would float
He remembered the Lord
and the time that He said
Have faith my child
You all will be fed
Turning his boat toward home
He saw a dim light
Thanks to the Lord
They would eat well tonight
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Author Notes
Rhyming quatrains, I am not as concerned with the perfection of the poem as I am about the message. In life we very often want to give up, have Faith, keep giving it your best. Reference, KJV, Revelation 2:10.... Be faithful until death and I will give you a crown of life.
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