I’m a fisherman, Lord, not a mountain climber.
I know sunburn, not radiance.
I know the fog of the sea, not heavenly mists.
I know the seagull’s call, not Mysterious Voices.
I know my yesterdays, not my future days.
But I also know You, Jesus.
And you, I will follow:
Back down the mountain,
to an upper room,
to a midnight garden,
to a cross…
Submitted by Jerie Messer Lukefahr, elder St. Mark Presbyterian in Ballwin MO, CRE in training