O Pescador

Tired of rowing, tired of fishing, I stopped to rest
Seeing the vastness of the sea, I began to question, how can it be like this
But what will I say when I get home and find my family

I don't want them to see me defeated with my empty net
But I only know how to fish, and I didn't catch any fish, what's left for me now
Is to reach the shore, wash my net, and go away

And this is how we think when the test comes
When the noose tightens, when the wind blows and we see no way out
Faith shakes, the head spins, and you only think of your family
When you look and see the empty net

But I found my hope there on the beach
It's Jesus, the best friend, closer than a brother
I already know He will bring the solution, everything will be fine, I can trust
Where He commands to cast the net, I will cast

And we are so amazed, smiling, giving glory to the Lord
As we pass with Him where He has already passed, looking into the eyes of those who mocked
And casting the net where He commanded and fishing again where we failed
But the difference is that now in the boat is Jesus the Lord