Disciples Poem by Steve Turner
Disciples
They threw down their nets
and they followed Him.
There was no time to
calculate profit or loss.
There was no time to
call home for a second opinion.
It seemed like absolute madness.
It seemed like death.
But it was a wise madness,
a necessary death.
The old faith dropped
and sank beneath waves.
The new faith walked on water,
beckoning on to Jerusalem
and the dry hills around.
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4/18/2024 7:20:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem, about the following of Jesus and his wonderful doings! ! Well Done, Steve,10 +