Though Peter thrice denied his Lord,
I feel I understand
The fear that racked his anguished heart
Amid that hostile band.
I understand the deep remorse
That rent his inmost soul,
When Jesus turned and looked on him
Who spoke the coward's role
Now he who boasted loud and long,
Shed bitter unfeigned tears,
And ne'er again denied his Lord
'Midst jail and swords and spears!
I cannot boast as Peter did –
I know how weak am I –
Yet rather than deny my Lord,
'Tis better that I die!
Poem written by Bessie R.
Copied from her book of poems Bread upon the Waters