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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Gone Fishing (02/01/07)

TITLE: Gone Fishing for Jesus
By Jennifer Wetter
02/07/07


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Blue and white paint the sky above
A gentle breeze sways the summer air
Water glistens at my feet below
Not a worry, nor a care

My hands rest casually behind my head
Eyes wander to the line, waiting for the fish to bite
A smile wades across my face
Today’s theme Gone fishing sounds alright

Minutes turn to hours
No fish has wandered to my line or to my bait
Impatience grows so steadily
In anger I ponder, how much longer must I wait?

A stranger steps from the shadows
He replies, “Patience is the key.”
My eyes are stunned, my ears are open
Still no answer he confides, “Will you come and
follow me?”

“The work is hard, there is much to do.”
He gently offers me his hand
“Come follow me. Instead of fishing just for food,
I will teach you how to fish for man.”

My heart fluttered
Skipped its tiny beat
Here’s my Lord and Savior
Standing at my feet

I ponder in my thoughts
And stutter in reply
I fear to question God
But simply must ask him why

Why is he standing here?
Why can man not save himself?
Why does he come alone?
Why does he choose me instead of someone else?

His face his sorrowed, his voice is sad,
“At Calvary I paid the price.
On the cross my blood was shed.
I was the Lamb, God’s chosen sacrifice.”

I knelt and wept at my reprise
How could not realize such the cost
God promised he would die
So he could seek and save the lost

I glance in his direction
His smile gone
His heart was broken
His feet were moving him further on

“Wait, Lord,“ I reply.
My pole is ready, my bait in hand
Today I choose to follow you
Ready to become a fisher of man


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Jan Ackerson 02/09/07
Good job with the ABCB rhyme scheme, consistent throughout. In poems of this type, a stronger metrical sense is often required. I like the reality of the moment spent talking with the Lord.