That barren night in Galilee, It found a fruitful morning, For Jesus stood beside the sea And drew the fishes swarming. "The Lord!" -- and Peter leaped to swim. (How very like him this is!) The others labored after him, Pulling the net with fishes. And both were fine and both were true, And both rejoiced the Master, -- That frugal, plodding, faithful crew, The one that hurried faster. O ye who long for brilliant deeds Tied down to washing dishes, Scorn not the lowly household needs, -- They are the Master's fishes. |