Just yesterday I was at a used book sale when I stumbled upon a remarkable find titled “An African Prayer Book” by Desmond Tutu.  I was particularly touched by a simple and heartfelt prayer named “A Fisherman’s Song of Praise” by a Ghanaian fisherman.

“Lord, I sing your praise

the whole day through, until the night.

Dad’s nets are filled; I have helped him.

We have drawn them in, stamping the rhythm with our feet,

the muscles tense.

We have sung your praise.

On the beach there were our mammies,

who bought the blessings out of the nets,

out of the nets and into their basins.

They rushed to the market, returned and bought again.

Lord, what a blessing is the sea, with fish in plenty.

Lord, that is the story of your grace:

nets tear, and we succumb because we cannot hold them.

Lord, with your praise we drop off to sleep.

Carry us through the night.

Make us fresh for the morning.

Halleluiah for the day!

And blessing for the night! Amen.”

Ghana