Fisherman - Tree63

As we cross the water

Black skies they tell me

I won’t see His daughter

Will thunder keep me from the promise You gave me?

There — she’s waiting on the sand

He leads me to her hand

I’ll always be a fisherman

Now — at last I understand

I will reach dry land

Still I’ll always be a fisherman

And I hold her to me

Treasure of the deepest sea

As I pray I’m certain

A fisherman I’ll always be

How can I thank You?

Is my word enough for You?

There — she’s waiting on the sand

You lead me to her hand

I’ll always be a fisherman

Now — at last I understand

I will reach dry land

Still I’ll always be a fisherman

Two things I promise

As I breathe two things are true

I will cherish her heart

And men will see in this love, You