Peter

In Peter, we so love how God takes him, to be His own
For he was rash, impulsive, reckless, yet his name was stone
A brash and natural leader, who at many doors would knock
But, though unstable - later on, he would become a rock.

The vascillation of his life, by Jesus would transform
For though he walked on water in the raging of the storm
Jesus held him, the Man he loved, yet who he would deny
The Cross, and Spirit later, caused his former ways to die.

He was a rock, a living stone, and like His Lord to be
Who was the Cornerstone, and Peter knew stability
This building, we, as living stones, like Peter find our place
On Christ the Rock we are secure, and founded on His Grace.

We all, at times, with Peter, in our lives, identify
When we may sink, to find His arm, so strong, there we rely
On Christ alone, our Rock to rest, for His is firmest ground
To last for all eternity, the Land where He is crowned.

This poem was a finalist in the April 2025 poetry contest

Book by Paul Purday

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