By the shores of Galilee
A carpenter from Nazareth walks
His eyes scan the fishermen's boats
And with authority, He talks
"Come, follow Me," Jesus calls
"I'll make you fishers of men"
Leaving their nets behind
They begin a journey without end
From tax collector's booth to dusty roads
He sees the hearts of those He chose
Twelve ordinary men
To spread the news of God's great plan
"Come, follow Me," Jesus calls
"I'll make you fishers of men"
Leaving their nets behind
They begin a journey without end
Peter, Andrew, James and John
Matthew, Philip, all along
Thomas, Judas, and the rest
Called to put their faith to test
"Come, follow Me," Jesus calls
"I'll make you fishers of men"
With open hearts, they heed His voice
And the Church on earth begins