And on that fateful night
I was so sure
I'd die for him.
But weak
and fearful,
I denied.
The rooster crowed.
In grief and shame
I own no name,
no pride -
my Saviour died.
It happens
in the faintest morning light -
the rooster crows.
But now I know
my Saviour lives,
forgives
my sin!
I still see night
but know the light -
another day is near!