Poor Peter cried bitterly when he knew he was wrong.
He’d boasted of courage, but fear proved too strong.
Yet out of those tears something new came to be,
A deep passion of regret that set his heart free.
Repentance is more than “I’m sorry” and a frown.
It buries selfish desires where they can’t drag you down.
For once they have died, sin has no fuel to burn,
And strength from the Lord gives power in return.
The “old self” is gone, nailed firmly to the tree,
No longer a master to chain either you or me.
For rising with Christ is a brand-new design,
Where death to myself makes his victory mine.
