The Shepherd’s Net

Verse 1
From the dawn’s wide valley, where prophets once stood,
A simple fisher plies the water, by ripple and reed and wood.
The nets are prepared, the heart is wide open,
For a call in the hush of the sea-blue morning.

Pre-Chorus
And the voice like thunder across the darkened skies,
Gathers the waves and gathers the eyes.

Chorus
Feed my sheep, oh shepherd of grace,
Be the lighthouse and refuge, the harbor and place.
Cast wider nets of mercy, let mercy be wide,
In the tide of the Kingdom, let love be the guide.

Verse 2
Along the shoreline of promise, where sand meets the sea,
The risen Word walks softly, calling “Follow Me.”
Not for fame or fortune, but for another soul’s morning,
To lead the lost homeward through sorrow and mourning.

Pre-Chorus
With a shepherd’s heart and a sower’s hands,
He opens the harvest in distant lands.

Chorus
Feed my sheep, oh shepherd of grace,
Be the lighthouse and refuge, the harbor and place.
Cast wider nets of mercy, let mercy be wide,
In the tide of the Kingdom, let love be the guide.

Bridge
From Galilee’s whispers to the crossroads of ages,
From psalms by the fire to the zeal of the sages.
Let every boat turned dove, every net made clean,
Be symbols of mercy, of witness, of gleaned dreams.

Verse 3
Peter’s hammer speaks of stone and of stair,
Yet the Master’s call is tender as prayer.
If you love the Lamb, tend the flock in the night,
Feed my sheep until morning returns with its light.

Chorus
Feed my sheep, oh shepherd of grace,
Be the lighthouse and refuge, the harbor and place.
Cast wider nets of mercy, let mercy be wide,
In the tide of the Kingdom, let love be the guide.

Verse 4
O river of ages, roll toward the fields of the free,
Where strangers become kin by the mercy we seed.
The net becomes cradle, the harvest becomes song,
As every soul found in mercy is welcomed along.

Final Chorus
Feed my sheep, oh shepherd of grace,
Be the lighthouse and refuge, the harbor and place.
Cast wider nets of mercy, let mercy be wide,
In the tide of the Kingdom, let love be the guide.
Feed my sheep, go fish for men no more alone,
Together we gather, together we’re home.