Peter (The Kingdom of God)

Peter

This world is my home you say, as you grab your sword.

Malchus’ bloody ear shows your fear that God won’t keep his word.

The one who said follow me now says sheath, your sword.

How can this be?You follow from a distance

Your mouth betrays resistance to his words:

“the cup, which the father has given me, shall I not drink it?”

Before the governor, he stands bound and cold,

But you, warm by the fire so bold…

Deny you ever knew him…

You had been so sure

That He was the one on whom your fathers waited

To deliver you from…

Oppression, cruel rulers who steal, blindness, sickness, death, and fear

But now his hands are bound,

His head bows low

He willingly goes…

In fear and disappointment,

You curse,

Him you do not know

A rooster crows in the market nearby

Crushing your soul as you remember he said you’d deny

You’re weak now with shame

As he tells Pilate why he came

Not for a kingdom you can see

But to gather his subjects for the world to be…

Ruled in righteousness by one who obeyed

Perfectly God‘s law

Yet on him was laid

Your sin, so you would win - Him

The blind world continues to mock

You are a king?

They laugh as they kill…

The one who called you and changed your will

Counted a sinner, He is lifted high

On a cruel cross of wood

Condemned to die

Between two thieves like you and I

One yet blind cries out that He

If a real king, a real God

Would free

Men now from earthly tyranny

My best life now!

Set me free!

Now you see the other thief cry…

His eyes now opened to the one

Beside whom he now died…

Remember me, is his cry for mercy

As he sees his sin before the eternal king

Who promised to bring…

This great sinner with Him to Paradise which is

The kingdom of God

Not of this world which you forgot

It is finished!

You hear him cry

The price now paid,

The law fulfilled

You couldn’t keep it, so he was killed

Crushed by the father

His bleeding wounds

Give up his spirit

As he’s laid in a tomb

You walk away, head bowed low

Three times you’d denied Him

Ashamed to know

Such a weak king

Who had not fought to show…

His power, his right to live,

You give up hope

You’d been sure that Rome was soon to fall

But you’d failed your king, now dead

Your heart fails, and you give up all

Three days later, outside the tomb

Mary find his body’s been stolen

You run inside to find it’s true

More disappointment, more pain

Your king didn’t win

And now he’s been shamed

You trudge back home

Feeling to blame

Later that evening, from Mary came news

That she’d seen him and

He would ascend to his Father and be

King forever, world without end

But you in your weakness needed to see

The one who had promised

Your Savior to be

“Peace be with you”

Are the first words you hear

The doors had been shut

Yet he appeared…

Alive from the dead

To give you his Spirit

And send you to be

A peacemaker, bringing

Salvation and forgiveness

Of sin,

Through the one who had come

Like a lamb to the slaughter

To bring many sons and daughters

To an everlasting kingdom

Through the blood that was spilt

For forgiveness of sins

And removal of guilt

Now, by his spirit, you see

Like the humble thief on the cross

That He as God with us

Came to bear sin’s curse

It is no loss to lose one’s life

To take up the cross

For him to allow pain

Removing the dross

Refining us like silver

And taking our eyes from this world of sin

To desire a home and a kingdom

Where we worship and love only Him

Adam’s shame in the garden

And your shame in denial

Cannot be covered with fig leaves

But the blood of the lamb, who’d been on trial

When you’d said you didn’t know Him

And proved to be a liar

Now washes you clean

And makes you fit for the kingdom of God

Which last forever and it

Will not fade, kept by the power of God through faith though now you suffer

This trial of your faith, is now more valuable than riches

Or an earthly kingdom granting all your wishes

Now you with unspeakable joy

Receive with glory

The salvation of your souls

Now the hope of your faith

Is more precious than gold

“ for all flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord remains forever. And this word is the good news that was preached to you.”

I Peter 1:24-25