As he passed by the Sea of Galilee,
he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting their nets into the sea;
they were fishermen.
Jesus said to them,
“Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
Then they abandoned their nets and followed him.
He walked along a little farther
and saw James, the son of Zebedee, and his brother John.
They too were in a boat mending their nets.
Then he called them.
So they left their father Zebedee in the boat
along with the hired men and followed him.Mark 1:14-20
I hear you call across the sand, “Come, follow after me,” but still my net is in my hand, my feet are in the sea. I hear you say, “Come after me and cast your nets again.” How, Master, can I leave the sea and fish instead for men? It's to this work that I was born, to storm-tossed, angry seas. My heart is hard; my nets are torn; what can you do with these? “Come after me,” still echoes on like waves that strike the shore. As you walk off into the dawn, I long to hear you more. How can you want the thing I am, just this and nothing more? But I will follow God's own Lamb when he goes from the shore. “Come after me”: Oh, Lord, I will across the sand and sea. I give you my torn nets to fill while you are mending me.