I Went Fishing

I have not been fishing for a long time,
And I never did mind the slime.
I put forth the effort and had some fun,
And brought home my catch
When the day was done.
Sometimes I got wet and didn't catch any,
But looking back over the years,
I've caught plenty.
I guess you might say I love to fish,
And it's great to see them fried up in a dish.
But now my Lord has called me
To fish for a different kind,
And it's strange because these are blind.
And so I had a different catch today,
His name was Bob, and God washed his sins away.

[P.S. Written at the time of his baptism into Christ. Bob O'Neal died in an accident a young man (March 21, 1997) and had repented the Sunday before his death.]