Fisherman

Row, row fishers of men
Now is the time
To cast out your nets

Row, row fishers of men
Now is the time
To cast out your nets

I’m gonna make you a fisherman
A fisherman of men
I’m gonna make you a fisherman
A fisherman of men

So cut the bait
And bait the hook
Cast the line into the right place
Just cut the bait
And bait the hook
Then cast the line
Into the right place
Then wait
Just wait
Patience is virtue
Wait
Just wait
Alright pull it up

The sons of Zebedee
They were partners with Simon
And fisherman
They were fishers for life
Until Christ come
And taught upon their boat
And caught so many fish

It could barely float

And then Yeshua
He gave His command
And them follow Him
Without a question
Them drop their nets
With reckless abandon
They used to be fishers
Now they’re fisherman of men

So drop the nets
And leave the boat
Take off your shoulders this heavy load
Just drop the nets
And abandon the boat
Follow the Son of Man down the road

And pray
Then share your faith
Patience is virtue
Pray
Then share your faith
One more pull him up!

Me say row, row, row
Mr. Fisherman
Because we can’t stay close to shore
Row, row, row
Mr. Fisherman
Come make we catch some more

Because me only like fish
With plenty seasoning
Everything me do in life is for a reason
This is the day that I am seizing Preaching the Gospel in and out of season

A me say row, row, row
Mr. Fisherman
With the Sons of Zebedee