S U N D A Y   S N I P P E T S (tm) # 6 4                   31 March '96

A breakfast on a charcoal fire  (A Poem)       copyright 1996 Mark Near

A breakfast on a charcoal fire
For tired fishermen prepared.

A wasted night of nothing caught
Their weary muscles stretched and sore,
The dawn is here and hunger too,
They row their little boat toward shore.

An early riser on the beach
Instructs them one more time to dip
The net into the empty sea,
The net is full enough to rip.

"It is the Master!", John tells Pete,
who jumps into the sea and swims.
The others guide the boat to land,
And beach it, spending weary limbs.

"Bring me some fish that you have caught,
And come and eat. The breakfast's on!"
There's bread and fish and fellowship
With Him who made the sun and dawn.

The Son of God who made the stars,
Is cooking fish and serving bread.
The Lamb of God, The Lord, The King
Who chose the servant's role instead.

Simon Peter, Love Thou Me?
Feed the lambs I've left with you.
I will provide your daily bread.
Which kind of fishing will you do?

A breakfast on a charcoal fire
Retired fishermen prepared.

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