To follow Christ is to walk into
mystery
Where everything is changed
And all your old systems fall away,
Fall away,
Fall away
As old horizons vanish,
And the solid ground is gone.
Here we must learn to walk on
water,
To laugh at impossible things,
And be remade
Into someone learning love.
Scattered things
Are brought together
And we find that they are
beautiful.
But the old beauties,
Solid stone,
Are torn apart and scattered.
We are not the same.
No longer is it enough
To fish for fish.
No longer is it enough
To plan our daily bread
And to build our habitations.
Now we must fish for men
(With what strange bait?)
And catch them
So that they can be set free.
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