Lord, you have come to the lakeshore
looking neither for wealthy nor wise ones.
You only asked me to follow humbly.
To as vee-nee-duwa lah-ree-ya
Noahs buce-kah-doe nee-as sah-biose nee-a ree-kose,
Tahn so-lo-kee-eh-res kay yoe teh see-gah.
O Lord, with your eyes you have searched me,
kindly smiling, have spoken my name.
Now my boat's left on the shoreline behind me;
by your side I will seek other seas.
You know so well my possessions;
my boat carries no gold and no weapons;
But nets and fishes -- my daily labor.
You need my hands, full of caring,
through my labors to give others rest,
and constant love that keeps on loving.
You, who have fished other oceans
ever longed-for by souls who are waiting,
my loving friend, as thus you call me.
