I was fishin’ with Didymus
And with Zebedee’s sons
And a couple other ones from Galilee
There at the sea of Tiberius
I was casting my net
I was trying to forget what He said to me
“You’re a fisher of men.”

Then a Man on the seashore
He was walking along
And with a voice like a song asked a question
And when He learned that we had no fish
He said, “Try it again.
Maybe then you’ll understand My lesson.”

What do you love?
Do you love Me?
What do you love?
If you love Me, feed My lambs

When I learned His identity
Well, I jumped right in
And I started to swim like the child in me
I reached the land and He welcomed me
With some fish and bread
He was back from the dead and reminding me
I’m a fisher of men

The others came and we drew the net
And we all had to pull
It was so overfull it was breaking
After breakfast and we all broke bread
I could plainly see that His heart for me was aching

What do you love?
Do you love Me?
What do you love?
If you love Me, feed My lambs