Lord, You Have Come to the Lakeshore Misc. Gospel
[D]Lord, [A]you have come to the [D]Lakeshore,
looking [G]neither for wealthy nor [A]wise ones.
You only [D]asked me [A7]to follow [D]humbly. [D7]
O [G]Lord, [A]with your eyes you have [D]searched me,
and while [Em]smiling, [A]have spoken my [D]name. [D7]
Now my [G]boats left [Em]on the shoreline [D]behind me, [Bm7]
By your [Em]side, [A]I will seek other [D]seas.
You know so well my possessions.
My boat carries no gold and no weapons.
You will find there, my nets and labor.
(back to chorus)
You need my hands full of caring,
through my labors to give others rest,
and constant love that keeps on loving.
You, who have fished other oceans,
ever longed for by souls who are waiting,
my loving friend, as thus you call me.