I was like Peter many a times,
And much more like Judas,
But He was always Jesus to me,
The one who went to Calvary.
When doubts and fears threatened
To drown me in darkness,
His Spirit held my hands
And pulled me out of troubled waters.
"I don't know", said me, Peter's words,
Still He turned to me when cock crowed;
I kissed Him the Judas' kiss,
Still He climbed the cross for me.
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