The Lord Provides
In the cold silence of the night
A single boat floats out to sea
The moon glows full and bright
So it's not so hard to see
A man casts his net down
And prays for fish aplenty,
Then the water yields a mighty catch
Counting more than twenty
Soon, the waves begin to echo
The seabirds begin to cry
It's time to make his journey home
Where the land is dry
He pulls his loaded boat to shore
To meets his wife's embrace,
Then he takes the fishes up the path
To the marketplace
YOU ARE READING
A Father's Story
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