The Fisherman's Prayer
God grant that I may live to fish
Until my dying day
And when it comes to my last cast
I then most humbly pray
When in the Lord's safe landing net
I'm peacefully asleep
That in his mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
The Fisherman's Prayer
God grant that I may live to fish
Until my dying day
And when it comes to my last cast
I then most humbly pray
When in the Lord's safe landing net
I'm peacefully asleep
That in his mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
Pay attention to what history has taught us or be prepared to relive it again
.........And when I can't find a fish and have lost all hope....
May the good Lord provide me with a bar of soap....
(let's try to keep this going, people......it's easy., just add 2 lines to it, and try to make them rhyme....)
when i go down to the sea
I feel alive and free.
And when I haven't gotten laid
I trys to find me a mermaid
And wade out onto the sand bars.
While I cast my Hogy and am amazed at the sky and stars.
White Water Monty 2.00 (WWM)
Future Long Islander (ASAP)
This I pray when the bass are not really on fire
I will have a nice glass of Chivas by the fire.
That God, with all his Power..........
Can help us through our Darkest hour.........
God bless us every one - hope we have a good fall run!
^ Looking back...and reading the feedback from others.....speaking to friends far and wide over the Holidays....I think it's fair to say that many out there did not experience a great fall....if compared to a decade ago......
This thread still has a lot of positive thoughts......I think that, and the prayers finchaser and some of ya's originally posted are some good roads to positivity this year..........
So i'm in as well! .....let's hope for less stress, better or improving health, more opportunities, and greater awareness and involvement on the part of our fellow men.
Another amen to a good thread and great prayer.
One I found today when looking for something for Jerry-
Crossing The Bar
Sunset and evening star. And one
clear call for me!
And may there be
no moaning of the bar when I put out
to sea.
But such a tide as moving
seems asleep too full for sound and
foam.
When that which drew from out
the boundless deep turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell, and after
that the dark!
And may there be no
sadness of farewell when I embark;
For though from out our borne of
time - and place the flood may bear
me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face
to face when I have crossed the bar.