Prayer 153
by John Dexter
Fishes, fishes come to me
My children come and they have need
To rest from toil and sweat, I say
they’ve fished the whole long night away
Yet everything is now ok
Fishes, fishes come I pray
My children come; we’ll meet today
Your flesh I’ll give them to show
that from so very long ago
I’ve planned their every need — they’ll know.
Fishers and men. Come again
The day has come; new work begins
My flesh I gave for you. Now tell
that everything has now been made well.
Forever, all is now made well.
Come now Peter, come and eat.
Come now Peter, come and see.
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