Steve Turner


Disciples - Poem by Steve Turner

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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  • (4/17/2009 5:06:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem, about the following of Jesus and his wonderful doings! !
    Well Done, Steve,10 +
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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