By The Lake Of Gennesaret

By The Lake Of Gennesaret

I can love a passage
Just so long
Before I begin to forget what it says
But languaged into muscle memory
Nonetheless

Well the heart is a muscle
And it just keeps beating away
I couldn’t re-comprehend
The lonely things
It kept saying

Like

Depart from me Lord
For I am a sinful man

Or

Follow me
And I will make you fishers of men

With an extra spin on the curveball
And a minor twist to the plot
That could make you or break you
And here it comes ready or not

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