One day I went fishing and sat with baited breath
A chilly day~I feared Iíd surely catch my death.
As I sat, I pondered my present lot and fate.
A good day to think, I thought, as I sit and wait.
Life gets so hectic, the grind grating with such noise.
Iím oftí caught up so with all its glittering toysÖ
I donít take the time to reflect, as I know I should.
The details of living become irksome more than good.
Everything Iím doing takes up a lot of time.
Where is the peace and joy I once considered mine?
Perhaps lost in the tumult of lifeís swelling tide?
I hope to resolve this before my fish are fried.
What fish!!? Did you see my line bob, jerk, and twist with might?
Give it more line! I think, Iím in for an awful fight!
I let it wrestle till its strength was all but spent.
Then it hit me! I know where my peace and joy went!
Instead of waiting, I fiercely try to hold the line.
I grapple with urgencies without HIS strength Divine.
These exhausting thoughts alone, drove me to my knees.
Oh GOD, I confess self-reliant striving. PleaseÖ
Restore to me the peace and joy, I know, I knew,
And help me, by your GRACE, to fully rest in YOU!