And so it was at the end of Jesus the rains began
And the rain filled twelve ponds and became twelve lakes
Each lake having Jesus rain but turning twelve different colors
Each of the twelve lakes sure that their lakes held the fish of Christ
Yet all twelve types of fish, from twelve lakes, looked and swam differently
Those who came to fish in the twelve lakes, became confused as to the one true lake
As land began to move away from these twelve lakes, the waters competed for the land
And the land spoke, saying I am confused in which of you, is the true waters of Jesus
Each lake spoke to land certainly, I am the true water of Jesus, beware of the other eleven
Land being a believer in Christ, began to taste the water at each of the twelve lakes
Land found the color and fish to be different, but the taste of the water was the same
And so it was that land realized that the color of the fish is not as important as the taste.
