So weary are we all of this work as we fish Yet it's all we have in this dry rocky place All night we have worked, yet have little to show And now another day of worry we all face
A small catch of fish, some large, most so small Yet our old nets are torn again as here we sit Tying off and cutting and mending each day We weary of this and each day want to quit
Yet we must continue for our family's sake And keep fishing for food and needed pay Just as our fathers and theirs did before And so now we repeat this day after day
We talk of this carpenter's son of whom we hear Of the powerful words and wonders he shows Some say he is the one who is to come And now follow him wherever he goes
This one too shall fade like so many others As too our dream for release from the fist of Rome Yet his words now seem to pull and to lift our hearts As he calls our names, do we leave our homes?
Who then will fish and tend our old nets If we respond to his call now to follow Who will care for our families and our homes Can't we just delay this till the morrow?
Yet he now says again: "Come follow me" And our doubting hearts leap from within We are moved by the words that he now speaks Telling us we'll become "fishers of men"?
Dear Lord protect us as we follow this man This Jesus, this amazing Nazarene Whose words lift our hearts and so warm our souls
Somehow we know it's right to leave here and follow That God wills this and will care for our own And that all will be well as he wills us to go
So now we follow and hearing him, change our lives For somehow we know he is truly the One And so all things now will never be the same As with joy and trust our new lives have begun