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