Peter

LORNA BURROWS

HE loved his Master truly, deeply—yet,
Upon that night of gloom, confused by fears,
Thrice he denied him. Then his face was wet
With tears repentant—aye, with bitter tears.

The Master saw—beneath confusion, fear,
Impetuous denial—Love's own son,
The perfect man, untouched by sin, so near
The tender Father that the real was won.

His love ne'er failed his follower: on the sea
He stretched his hand, and saved him from the wave.
Upon the mount of vision, of the three
He had with him, was Peter; and he gave

Full proof of his forgiveness, open, free,
When on that gladsome morning, by the lake,
He turned to Peter, asking, "Lovest thou me?"
Seeing God's perfect likeness as he spake.

I thank Thee, Love, because Thou seest beneath
The doubts, mistakes, and fears that compass me
And cause me to forget my real self
As God's own image, joyous, perfect, free.

I thank Thee that where error claims to be,
E'en there is Thy dear child, formed by Thy Word;
And knowing this I gain eternity.
Saved, as was Simon, strengthened by his Lord.

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