The Last Hours of Christ - a Disciple's Denial
(the crucifixion through the eyes of the apostle Peter)
I was angry when Jesus had made that statement.
How could He be able to foresee
that I was destined to deny Him thrice?
How could this possibly be?
I knew that I had served Jesus well.
I had been his true and faithful friend.
I simply would never deny the Christ.
I would be faithful to the bitter end.
I had always been the rock,
the disciple who was confident and strong.
My world had shattered when they arrested Jesus.
How could everything have gone so wrong?
I had panicked when the question was asked,
and then I had instinctively lied.
When asked if I was with the Man named Jesus,
I had immediately denied.
I had spent much of my life following Jesus.
Now had all that devotion been lost
in one brief moment of panic and cowardice?
How much had that one moment cost?
If what Jesus said would come true,
if He really would arise again and live…
Would Christ find it in His heart
this fallen disciple to forgive?
After seeing the newly arisen Christ,
after recovering from the initial shock,
I pledged my life to serving the Savior
knowing I again could become that rock.
Copyright © Lanette Kissel | Year Posted 2018
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