Fisherman's Net

I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to play dead

Being blind and not even knowing it

Daily activities going through life in a daze

Running, always chasing trying not to be caught

Only to realize I was the bait, I was the prey

I was the one already caught on the hook

Just looking to be reeled in. He had big plans for me

To use me and abuse me to drive me mad

To steal anything he could from me

That sure would make him glad

But thankfully a Savior came and rescued me

And carried me in His arms to safety.

Thank you, Jesus. 


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