Holy Weak
The world has a choice,
Julius Caesar or Jesus Christ,
either the weakness of strength
or the strength of weakness - victorious.
All of us are braggart Peter
yet alone of His disciples
he creeps after Christ in His
captivity as Peter is perplexed
that his hero descends from as
we say today from 'hero to zero'.
Power contradicts his Saviour's
sayings, contradiction is Peter's
worldly weapon replying to the
world's honesty, imploringly he
protests Christ's connection until
the many dyed cock crow's twice
at Peter's deception; this joke of
Christ call 'Rock' that He will sift
as the salt of the sea of Galilee.
Sin for many today makes no sense
only crime can cause recompense;
Jesus Christ's sacrifice is void in us
till faith, hope, charity play their part.
'My God, my God why have you forsaken me?'
slams through the ages no more than now
where our anomie seems our fate in our
confusing estate unless God resurrected
Christ then our failure can be falsified.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2012
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