peters story
by julie clark Beside the sea of Galilee My Jesus walks with me He shows me what my life should be And The spirit sets me free He's promised never to leave me But be my constant guide To comfort me in times of trouble And to celebrate in His victory I walked with him for three whole years And saw amazing things Miracles and teaching That totally blew my mind Then suddenly he changed his tune And talked about His death No Lord I said that cant be true If not I will stand always true to you One night we went to the Passover feast And he said the strangest thing This is may body which is broken for you Eat of it and you will live Some one will deny me Three time Before the cockerel crows I would never do such thing Oh lord it cant be me The night kept getting darker And He led us out to pray We tried to stay awake and pray But our flesh was weak from sorrow Then Judas came with a mass of troops And kissed my masters face Then fear at last took a total hold And all of us disciples fled I followed at a distance To the place they took him to I huddled by the fire for warmth And my heart was cold as cold Then my deepest dread came true And the people questioned me You are his friend you walked with him No No you are so wrong Three times I stood to deny my Lord And then the cockerel crowd And suddenly Jesus' words came back And sadness pierced my heart They took him away and beat up Mocked him and put him on trial We all were watching in the crowd When they cried out to have him die The lonely walk to the hill of death Was the longest I'd ever watched My heart was filled with grief and pain But Mary Jesus mother who can feel the grip of pain That must have been there that day They nailed him to a cross of shame And he hug there all alone The people jeered and called him King But all he said was "father forgive" He said to me behold your mum And peter your precious son The world turned black as the Saviour died And peoples hearts were filled with fear We buried him in a strangers tomb And left to share and grieve and pray Three days he lay there and so we thought This was the end that death had won But as His mum went to the tomb She met a man who said do not fear He's not here for he has risen Now tell the good news to all his friends We were gathered in a tiny room The doors were locked and we were in fear Then all of a sudden Jesus was there Showing us all his hands, his feet And finally Thomas believed my name is julie clark and I have been writing poetry since I was sixteen, when I moved away for a job. God gave me the words of encouragement and they have seen me through many rough days my blog site where you can find more of my poems is http://angelsinbroadstairs.blogspot.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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