9/10/2012

the other side of the boat

Throughout the night, I search in vain
This net is empty still

But through the cloudless empty skies

My soul is dark and filled

Here, in hiding, I hide my heart

I wont recall His face

But in the quite calm of night

I ache for His embrace

The battered body hanging limp

Upon the cursed tree

While others watched His life depart

I chose to turn and flee

No carpenter can mend this break

No lungs should breath these breaths

The rapid rise of straining sighs

And pain as deep as death

"Cast your net again, my friend

But on the other side"

No man should dare to doubt my strength!

This anger, on my pride!

Exhausted limbs and weary hands

What brashness questions this!

But in His voice, a memory stirs

My jilted choice amiss

Is it...this man, oh can it be
I stare through pooling tears

The man, the One, but no...

Be gone, these mortal fears!

I leave the outline of the man

And quell the rising doubt

"His voice!  No...His voice!"

I stand, but reel in mind

The voice of beauty and of grace

Across the foaming brine!

I cast my net across the bow

Into the silent sea

Then tugs the rope against my hands

What weight! Crushed to bended knee!

Agony, release! I must now know

What man is on the shore

I turn to face the voice of whom

Cruel death could hold no more

The eyes of love are locked with mine

These eyes that could not see

It is the one who beckons still

For everyone like me










John 21:6-7

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