no one likes to be confronted with their sins. not one of us enjoys admitting that we have fallen short. Peter had to admit his sin before Jesus himself.
under canvas
By: Roy A Hamrick

(for Peter)
Luke 22:54-61

I heard the echo of the lies
they beat upon the shoreline
the breaking waves of alibis
I carefully had wrought;
and now my mind drifts out to see
the shadows that were once mine
I pull my nets up on the shore
to see what I have caught.

the thunder crashes 'round my head
and warns of coming hours
of stormy thoughts and crashing hearts
upon the jagged shore;
the lightning cuts across the skyline
drizzles turn to showers
and then I hear the rustling sails
I'm close to heaven's door.

the anchors hoist my conscience in
the hold is overflowing
the nets are torn the tale is out
the storm is all around;
and looking to the raging sky
I see Your eyes of knowing
so with my boat and empty nets
I'm ready to go down...