In Tongues Unknown

In Hebrew we have three words for sin

Jesus asked, Peter, why did you deny me?
I honestly didn’t know what I was doing, I protested
You know I have the greatest affection for you

And the second time? He pressed
That was more a sin of omission, I demurred
I didn’t know what else to do
But you know I love you like a brother

But the third time, Peter, what of that?
I chose wrong deliberately, Master
My heart was hard, and I was ashamed
Still, I assure you that my love
Knows no bounds

I shall never feed His flock
Until my tongue finds five words for faith
And twelve terms for hope
Until I step out of the tentative quiet
Between the empty tomb and the future
Between miracles past and those yet to be

Until this is all no longer Greek to me

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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