At His Word :: Dovier8 :: Original Poetry

At His Word

AT HIS WORD

It was high noon, the morning was gone

And we were tired and worn

The fish lay asleep, in the beautiful deep

And our sun drenched bodies suffered from the heat

I glanced as the stranger

He spoke to me

Said drop your net on the other side

You will catch an awesome prize

T’was not long after, the net was heavy

I required the strength of other men

To carry the amazing load

Just as the stranger had said

So right He was I didn’t understand

That the fish really moved at His command

For it was the master’s voice

We had only one choice

To obey His words and reap the prize

A net load of fish on the other side.

Written and Created by: Dolly Dovier’ Erich