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