Gods Own Joy

With straw hats covered they work in the sun Ready to cast their nets on the run And as it sinks down deep in the ocean Our heart beats faster with every motion And as it rises the nets full of glitter Drawing the crowds nearby with a flitter As our boat slips quietly away We are met by men with their ware Loads full of fish, prawns, crabs and cray We argue and we tussle And with a great deal of struggle We load our boat with a great deal of mussel We continue along our way All through Gods own land array Watching the waters and the sky Till we reached the land at nigh Hearts bursting and filled with pride To be a part of Gods own joy