The Peaceful Stream

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THE PEACEFUL STREAM

I have walked in memory's lane
Back to childhood days
To the green grass of the meadow
Where the water of a stream it plays

And sings as it passes over
The gravel bed of smoothened stone
And on its grassy bank
A young boy sits alone

He hears the curlew calling
And the cricket in the grass
Views the colours of delicate wings
As dancing butterflies pass

The heat of the summer sun
Would lull him off to dream
But he has under stones to explore
In the waters of the peaceful stream

Then he dips his feet in its flowing
And explores with his hands its bed
To find the stickleback that hide there
Are the thoughts that go through his head

Armed with string tied jam pot
The smile on his face is wide
When he lowers it in the water
And a little fish is coaxed inside

The sheer delight in his laughter
And the heart that is leaping with joy
The pride of his great achievement
Flows over the small fisher boy

And his face seems to glow brighter
Than the sun with its golden beam
As the boy wades out in triumph
From the waters of the peaceful stream

A thought occurs as I reminisce
On memories that are dear to me
Of the voice of Jesus calling
As He walked the shore of Galilee

Come follow me; and His words were obeyed
And still they echo to me as then
If I obeyed their bidding
He would make me a fisher of men

I should wade life's flowing water
Leave none of its stones unturned
To catch the soul of a sinner
In the way a young boy once yearned

As he give his heart to the task
In the fulfilment of his dream
To go home with the prize of his fishing
From the waters of the peaceful stream

Colin Moffett