“Peter, lovest thou Me?”
“Yes, Lord. You know I do,”
Peter said he.
“There is just one command that I want you to keep.
You’re the rock for my church – so you must feed My sheep.”
“Don’t tell Me you don’t like that one over there Cos there’s mud in his wool and he’s missing an ear.
That one is special, he’s repented his sin, I’ve forgiven the lot – now haste, bring him on in.”
“Nor give up on her who’s determined to stray.
Each time you look round, she has wandered away.
Run after her, Peter, be quick, lest she fall Somewhere too deep to respond to My call.”
“Love Me, My rock, build My church wide and strong Keep My lambs fed through the centuries long.
Publicans, sinners, adulterers, thieves Each one Mine if they’ve taken My Name and believed.”