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Monday, January 26, 2009
Pescador de Hombres
Lord, you have come to the seashore, neither searching for the rich nor the wise,
Desiring only that I should follow.
O Lord, with your eyes set upon me, gently smiling, you have spoken my name;
All I longed for I have found by the water, at your side, I will seek other shores.
Lord, see my goods, my possessions; in my boat you find no power, no wealth.
Will you accept, then, my nets and labour?
Lord, take my hands and direct them. Help me spend myself in seeking the lost,
Returning love for the love you gave me.
LAURA MARIE GRIMES, Ph.D.
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