UARTKNOWN

I've sailed the clear blue water, I've sailed the stormy sea,

A fisherman I am, and I guess I’ll always be.

Like my father’s father before me, tradition lives in me,

I’ve learned to string and cast my net to raise my family.

My strength is in my hands, and my knowledge of the trade,

But I just sink beneath the waves when He calls my name.

The sweet smell of the ocean, it drives me to go on,

To live this life I’ve come to know and teach it to my young.

To be strong and wise, to be brave and free,

Is the way of the fisherman in his conquest of the sea.

But in Him I’ve seen no lies, in Him there’s only truth,

And the more I know of this man I feel so confused.

Oh Andrew oh, what have you to say,

You brought this man to me, now I cannot turn away.

For I’ve looked into His eyes and I’ve seen the raging sea,

Yet felt the gentleness of His love in every breathe He breathes.

Now as I’m sailing to the shore I see Him watching me,

And I fear for the last time I’ll wave, goodbye to the sea.

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