Two Lines Cast For Naught? Poem by Michael Gale

I have in the past, cast my line and hook...
Only to erringly, snag a tree branch, or leaf.

I am the un greatest fisherman of loss...
While Jesus was the Greatest fisherman of men.

I miscast-ed my line...
Whilst Jesus, did real fine.

I gathered the well caught twigs and branches...
As well as Jesus, gathered the bent and lost souls.

Jesus and I had something in common...
I would gather the lost and broken leaves and branches.

While Jesus would toss his line at sinning and lost
and misdirected ranches...
We both would reel in our hard day's caught.

I, With my trials-misc-aught...
He, with His, sell able, He brought, and bought.

He was a teacher...
He was the Preacher.

He sold his product-salvation...
He paid the most highest tax-Himself.

He crossed the High Priest's...
Politics-Never ceases.

In a way-He crossed Himself...
He was the most unselfish man.

He paid the most highest tax...
He was the most highest credit-
He was the best, the most, max.