It takes being a pilgrim to get there today.
You travel down a long road.
Through a golf course.
Climb a small mountain.
Slosh through a bog.
Climb down the mountain.
Through the ferns.
Across the crossroads.
And you are there.
Lord you have come to the seashore, neither searching for the rich nor the wise,
desiring only that I should follow
O Jesus, 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 see other shores.
Translation of Pescador de hombres by Cesareo Gabarain sung at the Abbey tonight
Amazing!!!
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