The Call

I heard the call, I heard my name.  The one that called me out of the crowd, he found me as I was, he whispered to me softly "come, and follow me, and I will make you fishers of men".  There I stood, mesmerized, I was the least of them, I was the one nobody wanted, I was an outcast from my own people,  a nobody, a loner,  my identity is based on my work,  I have no companion, only a lost man, a sinner.  He offered me eternity,  the greatest gift a man like me can have , a man heading to nowhere but hell. In such confession, to follow him and live for him. The wonders of it all is that I have found myself at last.