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God grant me the grace to catch a fish so large that even I, when telling of it afterwards, may not need to lie.
God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day. And when it comes to my last cast, then I most humbly pray
when in the Lord's safe landing net, I'm peacefully asleep, that in his mercy I be judged as good enough to keep.
God grant that I catch something besides crabs.
Fishing is not a matter of life or death, It's more important than that.
The sea is God's pool.
He that would learn to pray, let him go to sea.
Once on shore, we pray no more.
Fishermen in peril are devout.
There is a time to fish and a time to pray.
When Gods wills, the sea brings fish.
When you go fishing with God, the soul you save may be your own.
And on the 8th day, God went fishing.
If you are not fishing, you are not following.
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