Peter, I was that young girl in Pilate's courtyard?
The one who questioned you, I questioned you hard
About being His Disciple -- right before He died?
Remember me? the night before He was crucified
And all that I asked, you denied
Yes, Yes I remember you and that hateful night
I trembled with fear, cursed, demanded you be quiet
How I quaked and hid before man's unrighteous wrath
What a long sad shadow that night has cast
Peter, now it is you who must pay faith's cost
Upside down, you will be crucified upon a cross
Yet in you I sense no fear, Indeed, you seem to rejoice
Tell me Peter, how has all your fear been lost?
By faith,I stand as testimony to His resurrection
To His peace, His power, His promise, His protection
Upon this rock He built his Church; only He knows why
Yet it is the reason I lived and it is the reason I die
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