Fishing

Imagine me as a fisher girl

Out on the lake for the day 

With a pole in my hand 

And my bait in the other

I'm ready to fish all day

Now, the law says you can only catch 

Certain fish on certain days, in certain ponds 

And to watch out for the leeches and mussels 

Oh, and throw back the too small ones

But those are pretty simple rules to follow

So, here I am, in my little canoe 

With my pole in one hand 

And a drink in the other 

I'm ready for a good day of fishing 

Just waiting for the bite 

From the BIG WHOPPER 

That one every fishing girl wants to catch 

Some days I'll get a nibble 

Or I'll catch something that's too small 

Or that fish that doesn't look good 

Or even that I've the law says I can't have

So I'll throw those all back 

And stick around a little longer for that one 

That BIG WHOPPER 

That all the fishing girls want to catch 

Now, think of the pond as my own life 

And my pole as my character 

The hook as my charm 

And the bait as my personality 

But I'm not quite ready to 'fish' yet

For I forgot to explain the laws 

About the different 'fish' that I can't have yet 

And I bet you're wondering who made up those laws 

And quite simply, it's the One who knows more than us 

It's God, and he has a better plan for me than I can imagine 

I'll let him choose the right time, the right place

And the right moment 

For me to find the one that I'll be talking about for years 

(Even if its just to make the other fisher girls jealous) 

I'm going to wait, and be patient, like a good fishing girl 

But in the meantime I'm just enjoying the view 

In my little canoe, in my little pond 

With my pole in one hand

My drink in the other 

In the palm of His hand