Come, leave your night of toiling
On the boisterous “boiling,”
Of an open-faced sea.
Come, leave the laborious net,
And the fish you DID get,
By simply obeying Me.
Come and dine; be ye filled,
‘Tis your Master who has willed,
A meal for weary men.
Come now, and be refreshed,
Far more than you had guessed
Possible while in sin.
– eab, 7/80
Written while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN.