A poem by Brad - Let Down Your Net

(From St. John Chapter 21: 3 - 8)

I finished this poem about an hour ago. This poem is dedicated to Mom, who taught me to "let down my net" through her unflinching faith.  

By the way, a seine is another name for a net.    (i.e. -  purse seiner)

Let Down Your Net         By J. Brad Chapman

When seas are rough and skies are dark,  

and you're sore and stiff and wet.                   

Tired and weak, with outlook bleak,  

you wipe your eyes of sweat.

Remember Him who gave His all,                      

with no thought of regret.

And grip the seine, (despair refrain)

and now, Let down your net.

Let down your net, let down your net,

Into the unknown deep,

And when you pull, it shall be full,

rich blessings you shall reap.  

When times are harsh, and mean and cruel,

and you wince at trials in life.

Burdens call upon us all,

But you’re weary of  the strife.

Remember Him whose end was grim,

but paid your priceless debt

And grip the seine, yes, hope regain.                  

and now, Let down your net.

Let down your net, let down your net,

Into the unknown deep,

And when you pull, it shall be full,
rich blessings you shall reap.  

While travelling on the rocky roads,

of this uncertain  life,

we pass all kinds of obstacles

of which this world is rife.

Remember Him whose life and limb,

were given with blood and sweat

So grip the seine,  mid rough terrain

With faith, Let down your net.

Duccio (14th century)

Mom tutored us in faith.
1962 - Brad is 4 years old. Jeff is 6.

Mom, I love you with all of my heart.    Brad