Now Peter, liar, rock, Apostle, friend
Here come I carefully to you: for pot
& kettle are both black. May we be not
by prayer that far each from the other’s end.
The Priceless One betray’d by campfire hot:
Your Galilean drawl just cant. Yet I
like you without a legal threat will try
To hide by options crafty, Christ forgot.
Dear Peter, threats make you our Christ belie.
and watching here in pity & with fear
We hear betrayal as the dawn grows near:
Despair not lest away you trod & die.
Lo e’en the very Church’s rock will bend
Until unfailing grace God to him send.