On the night of fruitless fishing
In your boat out on the sea,
And with the daylight fast approaching,
You take a look at your empty nets.
But the voice which keeps on calling
Will guide you to another sea.
And on the shores of every man's heart
You'll be casting all your nets.
(chorus)
Offer your whole life through,
And be like Mary standing beneath the cross
And you'll be a servant of everybody
A servant out of love
A servant priest for all humanity.
In the silence you kept going,
Midst the tears and all the hoping,
That all the seeds you'd scattered forth,
Had fallen all of them on good ground.
Now your heart is full of joy,
Because the gains have started to grow,
And soon will ripen in the warm sun,
And you'll harvest men as one.
(Chorus)
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