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
