It started with an empty net, a boat upon the sand
A carpenter stepped on the deck and took supreme command
Cast out into the deep, he said, I thought it was in vain
But silver fish filled up the hold, like drops of heavy rain
I fell down at his knees right there, afraid of what I saw
A sinner in the presence of a light without a flaw

I followed him to wedding feasts, saw water turn to wine
I tasted grace within that cup, a miracle divine
But then came storms upon the sea, the waves were rolling high
I saw him walking on the dark, beneath the stormy sky
I stepped out on the water, but my faith began to fade
I sank until he grabbed my hand, and saved the mess I made

I am the rock, the shifting sand, the one who holds the keys
A simple fisherman of souls upon the raging seas
He called me cephas, built his church on fragile flesh and bone
And now I stand to lead the flock, but never stand alone
From galilee to streets of Rome, my net is cast anew
The keeper of the kingdom's gate, forever bound to you

I went back fishing in the dark, after he died and rose
I thought my chance was over, that the book was gonna close
But on the shore, a charcoal fire, he called my name again
Do you love me, simon peter, more than all these men?
Three times I said: I love you, three times he healed my soul
Then feed my sheep, he told me, and make the broken whole

Now I preach the risen lord, the shepherd and the king
To every heart that needs a home, this good news I will bring
The fisherman
The rock
The pope