Artwork by Breana Glasson
I toiled all the night to fill my empty net,
Yet each time I pulled it up, within my heart I wept.
For nothing was found, though I labored with great care,
My empty net before me caused my soul despair.
Slumping my shoulders I placed my head within my hand,
I might as well give up I thought, and turned my ship toward land.
Then I heard your voice like a beacon in the dark,
Cast your net on the other side, things are not so stark.
Master I said, I trust your watchful care,
If you promise a blessing, I know it will be there.
So in faith again I dropped my net down below,
Knowing that my God could comfort and bestow.
As I raised my net true joy filled my soul,
For God had given me more, than I had thought to know.
My net was full to bursting, and my heart ached with love,
As I beheld the blessings sent from God above!
Written by Michelene Glasson