The Trumpet Call Of God

4th December 2018

This is the day,
A new day breaks over my soul,
Whispers in my dreams,
"Fish for Souls."

I walk in my dreams,
Beside the seashore,
Those many years ago,
When a man was asked,
"Do you love Me?"

A fishing net lay at his feet,
Full of fish.
"You know I do Lord."
"Do you love Me?" He asked.
Three times He asked,
And one man said "I do".
A church was birthed.

In my dreams I ponder the scene.
A man's heart full of love,
For His Lord and God.
Doubt, weakness and fear surround him.
Back around the mountain he went,
Where he felt comfortable,
Fishing and working for a living.

But today was a new day,
Three times he was asked,
"Do you love Me?"
Confronted with a choice,
"Follow me and let go.
Obey Me and fear not.
Put aside all fear and the miracles will happen."

Power in faith and love,
A church was born.
Not of man's making.
The love of God lead a simple man on.
Nothing meant more than walking in Jesus's footprints.

So, I look at the scene in my dreams,
and hear a small gentle whisper,
"Fish for souls."
As centuries ago, one man obeyed and all history changed.

So, it seems a new day emerges,
Rise up, rise up,
You who think you are weak,
Burdened by fear and doubt.
One footprint, at a time, to follow.
What does He ask.
"Do you love Me?"

You may be a humble vessel,
But a vessel He would use.
It is your time,
Bow your head and worship your Lord.
For He will do it.
Do not ask in your heart, 
How?
Who am I?
What do I have?
Am I too old or am I too young?

For the Lord is calling,
"Do you love Me?"
And like one small weak, fearful and burdened man,
who rose up to lead a church,
Who do you think you are,
Who questions the Lord?
For He has looked into your heart,
Into your soul and He asks,
"Do you love Me? Fish for souls."

A new day dawns,
A day of revelation, 
A day of the Holy Spirit,
Searching men's hearts.
"Do you love Me?"
Rise up, rise up,
For the fields are ripe for harvest.
A great harvest is coming.

Are you ready for the Lord to ask,
"Do you love Me? Fish for souls."
A small gentle whisper,
But a trumpet call,
All who hear His voice,
Are you going to listen,
One footprint at a time,
Following.

Bow down and worship,
For He chooses you.

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