[Intro] Hush—hear the hull complain, Wood underfoot, world under wave. No bait. No trick. No hidden chain. Open hands, open gate. [Verse 1] We clock in where the current keeps a crooked time, Seven beats in the bar, still the breath falls right. Salt on the sleeve, rope burn in the palm, Every little panic wants to name itself calm. The sea is a marketplace, bright with borrowed claims, Faces bob in the foam, each carrying a different name. I was ankle-deep in noise, calling drift a throne, Till a voice from the shoreline said, “You don’t fish alone.” Not a hook with a promise, not a lure in disguise, Not a bargain dressed clean with a heaven-sized prize. Take the net—wide weave, let the daylight pass through, Gather what is drowning; let the rescue be true. [Hook] Cast a net—wide enough for the lost and the loved, Cast a net—no bait, no trap, just the mercy of God. From the chaos, from the current, from the undertow’s threat, Jesus calls us to the deep—cast a net. [Verse 2] I got a ledger of failures, every column in red, Still He sets a place for the ones who fled. The disciple isn’t king of the ocean’s floor, Just a worker with a promise and an unlocked door. We move through the turbulence, not above the pain, Hands in the brine while we speak His name. Above it means hope, not a throne in the sky— A compass held steady when the landmarks slide. Nine-count fracture, let the hi-hats lean, Truth cuts straight through a fractured scene. You can’t pull the world by a sharpened thread; Love has room for the living and the almost-dead. If the net comes back torn, we mend it in the wind, If the boat takes water, we make room again. No one is merchandise, no soul is a score, The catch is not possession—it’s a family restored. [Turntable Break] Cast—cast—cast a net. No bait—no bait—no debt. Out—out—out of the undertow. Come—come—come and know. [Bridge] When the black water climbs past the rim of the boat, When the storm puts a stone in the throat, We remember the One who walked over the deep, And the ones He called out from their sleep. So we work in the world without worshiping waves, We carry good news through the chambers of caves. Not “follow my power,” not “pay for a seat”— Just “there’s room in the net, and there’s bread you can eat.” [Final Hook] Cast a net—wide enough for the lost and the loved, Cast a net—no bait, no trap, just the mercy of God. From the chaos, from the current, from the undertow’s threat, Jesus calls us to the deep—cast a net. Cast a net—when the night makes the shoreline forget, Cast a net—with a hand on the rope and a heart full of breath. We don’t conquer the water; we answer the call, Bring them home through the mercy that reaches us all. [Outro] No hook. No bait. No hidden debt. Open wide. Cast the net.
