Peter

Denied again, again, again My God, my king, my hope, my friend To think that I could ever mend My shame, my pride, my lies. To deadly hills they take Him now A crown of thorns upon His brow The King of Kings, but no one bows I’m absent when he dies. In bitter tears they said I waited True—if sorely understated So my soul falls desecrated Curse my horrid deeds Hours pass and days elapse Spirit gone, my lungs collapse I’ve fallen victim to the traps In thinking of my needs Then I am called, I follow John I look and find the stone is gone And only linen lingers on To dare the war is won? I see Him. I am awed. Elated Doubt undone, eradicated But, in shame, I wait for hatred From God’s only Son With all the courage I possess I turn my eyes, on Him they rest My heart is kicking at my chest I know I’ve failed the trials. Tension mounts, and there’s a pause I’ve broken all His love, His laws So He should not forgive my flaws He looks at me and smiles.