Never knew Him, no, not me.
Not a friend of mine, was He?
The price He asks—too great to pay
To face the dark, the cold, the pain—
A diligent lover of self I am—
Too much, too much. I will remain
Just another soul in the company of sinners
Warming myself by the fire
While He loves me.
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Thanks, Mary, for helping me feel Peter's sorrow as my own and yet reminding me that, even in the midst of my guilt, Jesus love for me is unwavering.
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