Fisherman
by Steve Tichenor
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He's just a simple fisherman, makes his living with his hands.
He doesn't mind that he's not rich, he does the best that he can.
Sometimes I've seen him sinking down, sometimes I've heard him swear.
Sometimes he even sinks so low, he doesn't even care.
Has anybody seen my brother? I've got to tell him what I found,
That prophet preaching by the Jordan, has turned my life around.
He said when he saw Jesus passing by, "Behold the Lamb of God is here!"
"Could this be the Messiah, the one we've waited on for years?"
When Simon left our boat this morning, I saw the trouble in his stare.
I had the urge to stop and ask him why, but I knew I didn't dare.
It wasn't just the empty catch, as he left us at the dawn,
I know how he must be feeling now, I wonder where on earth he's gone.
Has anybody seen my brother, I've got to tell him what I've seen.
Every question that I've ever had, was answered by that Nazarene.
It wasn't just the word He spoke, as I followed Him today,
But the Load of sin that I've been burdened with,
Somehow He took it all away.
© 1990 Steve Tichenor
