Truly, truly, I say to you, the cock will not crow.
Till you have denied me three times.
O , when I hear this I feel so low.
I think how cowardly, we turn from dreadful crimes.

Yes we are so weak.
Like Peter we hide and run.
We prefer not to seek.
To turn our back on the radiant sun.

But worse we run from belief.
We doubt, we question.
In being non committal we find relief.
Courage we would rather not mention.

But like Peter we will come back.
So really, courage, we do not lack.

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Like Peter we run
For now we lack some courage
But we will gain it

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See John 13 : 33-38