Udiah (witness to Yah)

(1959 / USA)

John 21


The catch the apostles made that day
Symbolizes the end in many ways
They had taken to fishing all night
And caught nothing by the dawn’s light
Then they saw Christ standing on shore
Who told them to make a cast once more
Allowing Christ to be their guide
They cast the net out of the right side
One hundred and fifty three fish were caught
So their labor was not for naught

Seven apostles represent
The seven thousand who are sent
To preach the word of The Lord
Being all of one accord
They’re told to preach to the right
During the days of the night
The one hundred and fifty three
The number of days you see
For five months the locusts swarm
And His sons of oil inform

Submitted: Saturday, May 28, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 30, 2011

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