No other man could still the storm Seething, surging settling down No other God could step onboard With eyes to sleep and lungs to drown Safer to face the sea's cold embrace than him A carpenter told me where to fish But gave me a catch I could not hold Shaking I knelt in the sinking boat And left heaps of fish on the beach unsold I've come on the run, but what have I done To follow? Your burdens are light But your blessings are heavy Almost too weighty to bear There's a hook in this meal To receive is to follow And you won't always say where What fool would dare follow you? Hands that once healed are now spread wide Tide-walking feet now fixed as one The Lord of the sea like a fish hangs dried Stroked by the lash, the taunts, the sun Broken to feed a much deeper need than we knew What do I have that is not Yours? Curses and thanks on borrowed breath Rowing away with borrowed oars Not even alone in lonely death A net from the deep is rising beneath me now