I heard the Savior calling for fishers of men.
Jumping to my feet, I cried, “Let me begin!”
Runnin’ down to the water, I picked out my boat.
The Lord had chose another – one that would float.
Paddlin’ in the boat out to the middle of the stream,
Nettin’ fish for Jesus was now my biggest dream.
But in my haste to serve Him, I didn’t wait upon His Plan.
So now I’m in a leaking boat, and forced to understand.
Jesus has the tackle, and Jesus knows the spot.
He knows just where they’re biting, and if they’re cold or hot.
He’ll even tell you where to cast, and if you should go deeper
Don’t be ashamed to reel ‘em in - cause everyone’s a Keeper.
Fishin’ for Jesus, we tangle up the line.
Fishin’ for Jesus, doing what we think is fine.
Hasty in our efforts, His Command, we have mistook.
He doesn’t need a Sinker; He’s given us the Hook.