Peter NOT Parker

When grace finds the sinner, even Peter gets called twice ...this is for the ones still buffering, still burning, still coming back.

Rough seas supplied my needs
Fisherman
I seen billows, setbacks, disasters
Human
Who needs a master

Then You pulled up
Unorthodox Prophet
Talkin bout nets and fish
Talkin like You knew something about me
Like You knew me
Miraculous things
Sayin cast again like hope don’t run out

But do You know who I am
Depart from me
You can’t handle this sinful man
You became the swan song to my old man

You stepped into the boat of my life and changed the sails
You spoke
And the profane in me met the propane in You
Lit
Now my life burns renewed

Romans 5:8 checked my Luke 5:8
Now we livin Act 2:38

Brother
I speak in the present tense
For them still trapped in an imperfect sense
Thinking grace got conditions on it

See, I’m Simon
But You called me Peter
You stood on the pebble of my life and made it boulder
Rock that don’t move
Build your Church oh Ancient One
Thou who art Jehovah

You ain’t no ordinary man
I can see it
Messiah
God wrapped in flesh
My conviction stands still
But my flesh still buffering
Still downloading this conversion thing You promised me

I stepped out on water
But eyes crossed
Between what I feel and the reality of You in me
I wanna serve You God
But I’m drowning in sin mode
Caught between the world and Your grace
That unsafe zone
Meet me there
Save me

I laugh
You should’ve called me Parker
Peter Parker
Swinging from doubt
Hiding from villains
Chillin on corners
Overthinking Peter

I don’t get why You keep me in Your inner circle
Why You show me glory when I sleep through Gethsemane
Why You still call me even when I cut off ears
Even when I deny You three times
And say crazy things like
“Nah bruh G not You”

But You knew
You knew
You said it thrice
You knew it was only Your death
That could bring life to what You saw in me

So You called me Simon
Still
Simon
Still answering
Still flawed

You said Satan wanna sift me
Slowly
Swiftly
Separate word from meat
Beat the God outta me
But You
God
You bent the knee
Washed my feet
Not just literally
But spiritually
You prayed for me

That my faith would hold
Even if my courage broke
That my spine wouldn’t fold
Even if my mouth did

These lips betrayed You
These hands drew swords for You
This heart felt guilt grip like anchor chain
And when the wind of Your Spirit left my sails
You called my name again
Peter
In weakness
Still Peter

You imagined me whole
Even when I fell apart
Your body broke
But not Your bones
You were the Middle Matzvah
Broken like bread
So I could be whole

You shattered sin
Conquered death
Found me
Converted the shallow into depth
Turned hollow into full

Now this same grace I extend
To Gentile
And to Jew
Cause You
You loved me past the grave
Called me justified

Tell the disciples
And Peter

Tell them I’m still in this
Tell them grace got memory
Tell them I’m not disqualified
Justified

Just if I’d
Never gone back fishing
Never heard that cock crow
Never denied You

But I did

And still
You called me
Still
You stayed
Still
You saved

“For what the law could not do
Cause it was weak through the flesh
God sent His own Son
In the likeness of sinful flesh
And for sin
Condemned sin
In the flesh”

So now
I walk
Not after flesh
But after Spirit
Cause You called me Peter
And You still do.