His Shoulders were broad.

A pole with a line attached

He used to catch fish.

But nothing today.

Not even a small minnow

To feed his loved-ones.

I’ll Pray to the Lord.

They say He’ll always answer

When men pray in faith.

“O God send me fish,

And then my faith will strengthen

With just one small catch.

Now the line is taut.

My strength can’t bring it to shore.

Some friends must help me.

Together we pull,

As I ponder the blessings

God gives when we pray!

-by Chaplain Don,1976