Your mariner’s heart hungers to know the truth,
And your saltwater soul is satisfied with John’s words;
But the brave Baptist has spoken of a greater one,
And you are thinking about what he will be like;
You hope that he will be the promised messiah,
Who will handily harpoon and sink the Romans;
And you hope he will be the holy and majestic king,
Who will restore peace and prosperity to his people.
One morning the Baptist paternally points towards the
Shore of the Jordan, at the fearless Fisher of Men;
Your eager eyes are alert as you race after Jesus,
With sweat dripping from your shaggy beard;
As you reach him, he turns and smiles at you with warm,
Welcoming eyes, and your heart is mystically awakened;
It feels like a beautiful balmy breeze is sweetly caressing
The sails of your fisherman’s soul.