When He told me to come to him
on ripples of liquid glass,
Glass that shattered and broke
beneath my feet as I glanced down?
beneath my feet as I glanced down?
When did I fall so badly
Was it when He found us sleeping--
Not keeping watch as He asked?
I thought I would go to the grave with Him,
And then, just as He said, I denied Him thrice
Before the rooster crowed even once.
A lonelier, more haunting sound I've never heard
than that of the cock crowing--
Announcing the dawn of a new day.
As it brought good news to some,
Dread invaded my anguished thoughts--
How could I face the day filled with this dark knowledge?
Knowledge that I had denied, had lied,
Knowledge that I had denied, had lied,
had cursed the One I loved so much--
The one for whom I left home, family and my life's work.
It had come to this--
When faced with the question of knowing Jesus,
I crumpled in fear and self-love.
And I wonder..............
When Jesus, burdened with the sin of the world,
went to the garden to pray,
And returned not once, not twice,
but three times and found us sleeping . . . .
If I had been praying
Would I have denied Him a trio of times?
While looking down at shadowy mirrored depths
my faith had faltered,
my faith had faltered,
While looking up at a heart broken
from carrying the weight of my darkness,
from carrying the weight of my darkness,
My faith was quickened and I knew....
Knew that there would be another day with Him,
A day when all He had taught us
would come true,
A day He would ask me,
not once, not twice, but three times--
not once, not twice, but three times--
"Peter, do you love me?"
A day I would have the chance to say
not once, not twice, but three times--
not once, not twice, but three times--
"Yes, Master, You know I do."
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©Dianne Hogue-2008-2013, all text, art and photos unless otherwise noted
a repost from past pages
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©Dianne Hogue-2008-2013, all text, art and photos unless otherwise noted
a repost from past pages