Vain Toll
Master, we have toiled all night and have taken nothing.
There will be nights of wearied anguish, when you toil and catch nothing.
There will be mornings of rapture when the result of your prayers and longings will be so great as to bring you to your knees with a humility born of a wonder of fulfillment — “the nets break.”
Share the loneliness with Me — the weariness, the dreariness, all with Me, as I share all with you.