A fisherman, simple and weather-beaten, known for his doting mother-in-law
He is mending his nets and a man comes along and tells him to follow.
The fisherman drops everything and to the call he does hearken
And he follows the man who would make him a fisher of men.
A brash young man, extremely devoted to his forefathers’ religion,
Listens to his conscience and vows the total annihilation
Of those who would desecrate what their ancestors believed of old
Until, on his way to Damascus, he was struck down blind and cold.
A purple rose, not an ordinary flower, will bring delight to any viewer.
It may sit hidden and alone, even unnoticed in an ordinary bower
Yet it adds unspeakable beauty and unmatched color to the scenery
By just being itself and being there for everybody and anybody.
A little girl, with her songs and dances, grows up with nary a care.
The world moves along and does not even notice that she is there.
But the girl will give birth to a son and the son will grow
To teach the world and everyone what it is they are longing to know.
Thus, God changes the world by working with the poor and the weak.
In fact, He made everything there is out of nothing with but a single tweak.
He who writes straight with the crookedest of lines
Is the same Power who brings our lives into interconnected twines.
Let my soul glory in the LORD; the lowly will hear me and be glad.
He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
Simon Peter said in reply,
“You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”
Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah.
For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father.
And so I say to you, you are Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my Church,
and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it.