Commentary:
"Staring at the shoreline, wishing for some hope,
The weight of empty fishing nets is more twisted rope,
And underneath stern faces they wait with baited breath,
With broken hearts from hoping while casting out their nets.
"See the figure on the shore,
Speaks His words like plain men sing,
His hands they still have holes in them.
Glory to the King!
"Can you hear the bells are ringing
Far, far away?
Can you hear the voices singing
Far, far away?
"And Peter was a liar, a traitor just like me,
And Judas was a hypocrite, and Paul a Pharisee,
When truth can be so distant and hope evades our reach,
Peter swam across the water and foundered on the beach…
"I know that one day soon the song shall rise,
You'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes…"
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