Snippets
A little girl
sat at a long table
Along with
other little girls and boys.
A
kind lady passed out crackers and juice.
She
sang, “I will make you fishers of men,
If
you follow me.” The song sounded nice
but
the little girl wondered what it meant.
Looking
back on that small snippet of time
And
others of my limited church life
I’m
amazed how He wove them together
So
when I, at fourteen, heard the gospel
I latched onto
it and did not let go.
Now almost
fifty years later I pray,
“I will follow
You, follow You Jesus
So please make me
a fisher of people.”
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