I see the waves rolling, from sea to the shore, smooth they pass me by, like pond ripples flow from a toss of a coin, that coins’s effort goes far and wide … Time time and again, we write about Jesus, but those writings it seems get tucked away, Time and again , we must speak to Jesus, Time and again, do as Jesus says, I write from the seas, of linguistic yearnings , fishing for words but most pass me by, but troubles and trial, are bait for our learning, and scripture as fragrance , is attracting the few… To men of the sea came the strangest of callings, twas to fishers came these words to ear, come follow me and fishers I’ll make you, fishers of men, I make of you Time time and again, we write about Jesus, but those writings it seems get tucked away, Time and again , we must speak to Jesus, Time and again, do as Jesus says, What trade or calling have you found, Do you seek those like as you are bound, call on Jesus to show the way, Then as His disciples go your way… I see the waves rolling, from sea to the shore, smoothly they go as they pass me by, like pond ripples flow from a toss of a coin, just a coins’s effort goes far and wide …