Cast

Gaze at the waves, look at the churn
Taste of the salt, feel of the burn
Look all around, miles of water
Beat of the sun, hotter and hotter

Limitless waves, they keep rolling in
Over and over and over again
Some are big, some are small
Some hit ya so hard, can’t help but fall

Wade on out, gonna give this a try
Net in my hand, hope in my eyes
Gonna catch a fish, without a hook or a rod
Gonna catch a fish, like the former men of God

Give it a cast, slight arc in the air
Gotta get it to spread, throw it with care
Can’t see through water, its all brown and murky
After cast number ten, still feeling perky.

Pull in the net, hand over hand
What did ya get? Nothing but sand.
Spread the net out, cock back again
Pick the next wave, give it a spin

Hits with a splash, sinks to the bottom
Give it a yank, see if ya got em
Tug, tug, tug, anxious to see
Empy again, cast nine-hundred and three

Shoulders so sore, hands kind of raw
The excitement once had, starts to feel blaw
Eyes burn, the skin’s feeling red
My legs are thinking-- its time to get in my bed

Get to the point, why am I here?
Each crash of a wave, feels like a sneer
Starting to wonder, if there’s fish in the ocean
All the work that I’m doing feels like meaningless motion


Yet I cast it again, maybe I’m crazy.
Same result, as if I’d been lazy.
Empty, empty, another empty net
What’s a fish even look like? I start to forget

Look to the beach, the whole family’s there
Laughing, playing, kicking back in a chair
I can’t go back, I’ve gotta have a fish
But I don’t.. that’s a dream, a fairytale, a wish

Look over again, see a dude with a net
He’s got a fish! Without any sweat!
How many times did he cast? One, two, three?
He made it look easy, as easy as can be.

Can’t help but wonder, what’s wrong with me?
He caught a fish. How different can we be?!
… I must be broken, Doing it all wrong
I thought I was smart, handsome, I thought I was strong

Pick up my net, give a deep sigh
Maybe I’m broken, but I’ve still gotta try
Gaze at the waves, wonder what to do
Give it a cast, cast six thousand and two

So casting I am, and casting I’ll be
With an eye of faith, I must continue to see
Sometimes I get down, wanna shred up my net
But a story comes back, I try not to forget

A man named Peter had an old fishing boat
That a man once taught in, while sitting afloat
After teaching the people, sitting on the shore
He told the man Peter-- go cast once more

Peter looked at the man, didn’t he see?
The whole night they’d been fishing, right there in galilee
They’d worked and they’d toiled, casting their nets
Hours and hours without the smallest success




A little bit baffled, very tired and sore
Peter felt something within, and said “at thy word”
That fateful morning, Peter let down his nets
He pulled up a catch, he would never forget

The fish were so many, he filled up two boats
But what came thereafter is what matters most
The rest of his life, he followed that man
He stood right beside, til death did he stand

The rest of his life, he still had to cast
It wasn’t so simple, but the bounty was vast.
He called to repentance, travelled the world
Embarked with a standard, today is still unfurled

And at times when his preaching became weary and long
When he faced tyrants and beatings, and all sorts of wrong
He thought back to that time on the sea of galilee
And was grateful for the faith that allowed him to see.

The act wasn’t easy, it took patience and humility
But that’s what made Peter, the man he needed to be
The challenge of faith, is what made it last

And that’s what I think, each time I give it a cast

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