P E T E R

Simon, son of Jonah
From fisherman
To fisher of man
Confessor of Christ
Defender of Christ
Denier of Christ
A faithful insight
A flashing sword
A shameful lapse
How typical of him
Of us!
But in the end
Confessor of Christ
Defender of Christ
Martyr
Who never denied again.

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“Simon… Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren.”

–Luke 22:31-12
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C R U S H E D

I crushed the lovely lilac bloom
Held fast within my fingers
And, heaven sent, that soaring scent
Still in my memory lingers
Jarred my jaded senses so
I thought not of the careless blow
Nor of the death to Beauty!

Eclipsing finery of Kings
The flowers God has so arrayed
Speaks of Wisdom’s higher power
And all The Artist’s Love has made
What fragrant oil, what floral blood
That courses through each tender bud
And sweetens every breath!

What blessed scent wafts through the years
From Him, that sweetest Bloom of all
Transplanted to such sinful soil
Yet faithful to His Father’s call
Bruised and crushed yet curse repealed
And now His empty tomb doth yield
The fragrance of forgiveness!

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“But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.”

–Isaiah 53:5
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