Peter

Peter's my favorite
He even walked on the sea
But he had fear and doubt.
Kind of reminds me of me.

He was a fisherman by trade
A man with a good heart
Jesus picked him because he was special
He knew that from the start.

Peter was the "Rock"
A foundation as it stood
A mere mortal man
Not made out of stone or wood.

There were eleven more men
That walked by Peter's side
They all were taught by Jesus
And supped with him before he died.

And but with a simple little kiss
Brother Judas betrayed our Lord
When they arrested Jesus
Peter stepped up with a sword

With the swing of Peter's blade
A soldier's ear fell to the ground
As Jesus shouted for him to stop
There wasn't another sound.

Jesus plucked the ear
From up out of the dirt
Wiped off the dust
From the sleve of his shirt

All of the soldiers stood still
And not a word was said
As Jesus took his hand
And formed the man's ear back to his head.

As they let Jesus to town
To endure his fate
Out screamed a woman
That was filled with hate.

He's one of his followers
Take him too.
Peter looked her in the eyes
And didn't know what to do.

I do not know him
Get away from me Please!
When the cock crowed the third time
Peter sobbed and fell to his knees.

Peter wept and wept, and prayed
Then he wrent his clothes
And all was different
When on the third day he rose.

Peter went on an spread the gospel
Till the day he was dead.
They crucified Saint Peter
Standing on his head.

Peter was my favorite
Hardheaded and stubborn as could be
But Jesus chose Peter
Just like he chose me.