Amidst the hordes of fretting labour,
Swimming through our boats on Gennesaret harbour
Many companions, plenty skill set yet we struggle on with tiring fervour
The day is breaking nothing in sight to give us the needed succour
At the little gaze through the hazy stour,
Peter saw the light of a loving Saviour
In majesty King Jesus sat to teach with glamour
Vociferous Simeon and the sons of Boanerges consented without any rancour
Setting Himself down, the Master spoke with flavour
“Launch out into the deep and let down your net for a great favour”
The rolling stone recounted the former fruitless endeavour
Nevertheless he remembered the Lord had spoken with grace and splendour
Swiftly the weary partners launched their failing armour
Into the belly of the reservoir of heavenly downpour
The old net would not come out without a mighty clangour
At Thy word! At thy word!! Our melancholic night has turned to days of colour
Ogunji Seyi
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