John William Whatuira is not at reading writing the best
but knows more than businessmen wall street stock brokers
happiness rests not in mountains of money traded dollars
happiness rests in muscle sweat of work good honest?
the sea is full of fish of every kind waiting to be caught
who throws with joy a net into the sea to catch harvest?
who will profit from fish still in nets not hauled into the boat?
the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea
gathered are fish of every kind by God's fishers of men caught
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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