Fisherman’s Wharf

San Diego, California

June 2013

“What’d you say, boy?  You never caught a fish?  Come here, kid.  Every boy needs to catch a fish.”

As we left the boardwalk, a group of college musicians gathered, with their barefeet, tattered jeans, and uncut hair.  They played and sang:

And when the oceans rage, I don’t have to be afraid.

Because I know that you love me,

And your love never fails.

O, how he loves us.

If his grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

How Great is our God.

Sing with me,

How Great is our God.

And all will see how great, how great, is our God.

2 thoughts on “Fisherman

  1. And how great is our God that he put those people in your path this day simply to bless you and your boys…you, Tricia, are the Daughter of a King.

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