Peter's Song

Every day in the temple I stood by his side
Watching as he scorned the priest and spoke the truth with pride.
Now he stands in silence with no answer for their lies.

Who is this man? Were you with this man?
Did you follow this man?
I do not know this man.

On the roads we walked surrounded by great crowds
I saw him cast out demons and humble the proud.
Now they stand over him, bloody, beaten, bound.

Who is this man? Were you with this man?
Did you follow this man?
I do not know this man.

Those are the hands I saw end a widow’s strife,
Halt a funeral march, return the dead to life.
Now steel pierces his palms, his side cut with a knife.

Who is this man? Were you with this man?
Did you follow this man?
I do not know this man.

Healing came from him, his word could raise the lame,
Loosen a mute tongue and purge leprosy’s stain.
Now I hear him scream in agony and pain.
The whip opens his back. These wounds won’t heal again.

Is this the man? I cannot understand.
Did I follow this man?
I never knew this man.

How can it be, this death I see, after the life he lived in front of me.
How can it be, this bloody cross, everything I thought I had is lost.
Hide away in an upstairs room, let the women visit the tomb.
How can it be, these crazy words, cannot be true, should not be heard.
How can it be, this empty rock, the shepherd comes to find his flock.
I see a man out on the beach, swim until he’s in arm’s reach.
I know this man, this dead man, alive and waiting on the sand.

Who is this man? Was I with this man?
Can I follow this man?
Do I know this man?

This is the man I do not understand.
Can I follow this man
Can I be part of his plan?

I may not always understand,
But I will always love this man.
I will strive to understand,
I will follow this man.