Peter
I walked with God, child,
on top of the waves.
But in a dark moment
I wasn’t so brave.
Jesus was taken;
I feared for my life.
When questioned about Him,
I answered with lies.
The rooster then crowed,
I wept in my hands.
But Jesus still made me
a fisher of men.
Oh,
Please walk with God, child,
when it counts the most.
Let your bravery be more
than my empty boasts.
Oh,
Stand and be counted!
Christ surely will save!
He’ll give you the courage
to stand and be brave.