Simon Peter
Peter, Simon Peter — how was Seder with your friend?
I'd heard you promised to protect him to the very end.
Then, when he took a servant's role to wash your feet, you said,
Lord, do not merely wash my feet, but wash my hands and head!
Peter, Simon Peter — it appears you've been asleep.
Did not your friend ask, Watch with me, my soul is crushed with grief?
Again, I saw him wake you so that you could watch and pray;
with tears of blood he bore his pain alone near where you lay.
Peter, Simon Peter — rise! Get up, and grab your sword!
Remember when you said tonight that you'd defend your Lord?
Ignore that you're outnumbered — overmatched with clubs and spears.
Select a target — one that's weak, and aim between the ears!
Peter, Simon Peter — get yourself away from there!
Why, you've denied you ever met your friend — I heard you swear.
You lied again and then once more — then saw your friend and froze.
Tonight, you will deny me thrice before the rooster crows.
Peter, Simon Peter — I can see you're filled with gloom.
I heard you heard the news and ran to find his empty tomb.
Now, more confused than ever, with uncertainty you grope;
your broken heart since Jesus' death just caught a ray of hope.
Peter, Simon Peter — cast your net into the sea;
then bring it up and hold it fast for heavy will it be.
No longer will you troll the deep — your friend is on the shore.
He beckons, Feed my lambs and sheep, and love me evermore.
I'd heard you promised to protect him to the very end.
Then, when he took a servant's role to wash your feet, you said,
Lord, do not merely wash my feet, but wash my hands and head!
Peter, Simon Peter — it appears you've been asleep.
Did not your friend ask, Watch with me, my soul is crushed with grief?
Again, I saw him wake you so that you could watch and pray;
with tears of blood he bore his pain alone near where you lay.
Peter, Simon Peter — rise! Get up, and grab your sword!
Remember when you said tonight that you'd defend your Lord?
Ignore that you're outnumbered — overmatched with clubs and spears.
Select a target — one that's weak, and aim between the ears!
Peter, Simon Peter — get yourself away from there!
Why, you've denied you ever met your friend — I heard you swear.
You lied again and then once more — then saw your friend and froze.
Tonight, you will deny me thrice before the rooster crows.
Peter, Simon Peter — I can see you're filled with gloom.
I heard you heard the news and ran to find his empty tomb.
Now, more confused than ever, with uncertainty you grope;
your broken heart since Jesus' death just caught a ray of hope.
Peter, Simon Peter — cast your net into the sea;
then bring it up and hold it fast for heavy will it be.
No longer will you troll the deep — your friend is on the shore.
He beckons, Feed my lambs and sheep, and love me evermore.
A week or so after I wrote Simon Peter, I had a change of heart and rewrote it. The original version can be found here. If you read the original, you'll notice that the lines were shorter and, ultimately, choppier. And, some of the rhyme felt a little forced. Once I decided to combine two lines together to make one, I got rid of the extra rhyme in the middle of the lines and simply reworked the wording to better convey my thoughts.
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