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And Then I Began to Fish
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From the shore of the lake of harvest
Jousting with many a royal pretender
Raising castle walls doomed to fall
And trumpeting empty calls to save the day,
I heard the One my heart so loves...
And then I began to fish
Right where I stood, had been all along
I turned to face the lake, voices crying out
Forgetting what was behind, and all alongside
And cast my line, into nothing else matters
Until I hear my One and Only call, come home.
 

Song of Solomon 3:4a

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by J. Alan R.

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