Story Behind The Song
Peter was called away from his nets and they were hard to forget.
Song Description
A story from the perspective of Peter the fisherman.
| Song Length |
4:47 |
Genre |
Folk - Religious, Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
| Mood |
Gracious, Welcoming |
Subject |
Change, Encouragement |
| Similar Artists |
John Denver |
Language |
English |
| Era |
Before 1600 |
| |
Lyrics
Follow Me
Words and music by: Daryl J. Yearwood
Late at night as sleep begins to overtake my mind.
My hands work to mend a tear in nets I've left behind.
Habits of my many years at sea invade my sleep.
But now the scenes of miracles consume the quiet deep.
There are the blind who now can see; the lame who now can walk.
My mind remembers visions of the dead who rise and talk.
Now my hands forget their nets and lift in adoration to
The one who called me from the sea and said, "Follow me"!
Follow me and your nets will reach the world.
Follow me and your sails will be unfurled.
Follow me and the nets you cast will pull in all man-kind.
Follow me and leave these things behind.
My days are spent amazed at things I never knew could be.
Each miracle I witness draws me farther from the sea.
My nights are spent communing with this man who sees my heart
And soon the revelation comes that he must now depart.
I see the crowds who voice their rage and press in all around.
A Roman soldier drives the nails; the cross drops in the ground.
Now the tears flow in my sleep as once again I see
This man hanging on a tree who said, "Follow me"!
Follow me but my nets are all so old.
Follow me but my sails will not unfold.
Follow me but the empty nets I cast return in kind.
Follow me can I leave these things behind.
Now I find it hard to sleep, most nights I lay awake
Wond'ring if the choice I made was just a big mistake.
But as I fish I see a man standing on the shore.
Somehow now I'm sure I know it's he who came before.
There are the blind who now can see; the lame who now can walk.
I even find I have the pow'r to raise the dead to talk.
My hands no longer need the nets and lift in adoration to
The one who called me from the sea and said, "Follow me"!
Follow me and your nets will reach the world.
Follow me and your sails will be unfurled.
Follow me and the nets you cast will pull in all mankind.
Follow me and leave these things behind.