Peter, Peter

Peter, Peter,
I've got some news for you Pete,
It may quite be quite hard to hear,
Are you still on your feet?
You may wanna sit down,
For what I've got to say,
So plonk yourself there
Don't run away.....

Jesus, Jesus,
What news have you got?
Is it my mother?
Has she had her lot?
Or is it my dad? Have some of his boats sunk?
Or has he gone for a swim again,
Whilst he was still drunk?

Peter, Peter,
It's none of those things,
It's worse in a way,
In fact it just might sting,
What I need to say, well,
It might smart a bit,
But that is the reason ,
I asked you to sit,


Jesus, Jesus,
Don't beat round the bush,
Don't couch your terms,
Don't give me that mush,
I've been with you now
Long enough to know
You'll tell it to me straight,
And level with me.....so?

So?

Peter, Peter,
I've been praying for you,
I've been speaking to God,
Bad news though, Satan has too!
And what he had to say, well
It concerns you Pete,
You see, he's kind of asked,
To sift you,
You know,
Like wheat!

Jesus, Jesus,
You had me going there,
Phew, is that all?
You really gave me a scare
I'd expect it from him,
I'm sure it will be fine,
He's the accuser of the saints,
He must be asking that all the time

Jesus, Jesus,
So what did God say,
Told him just to 'do one' I expect,
God's so good that way
Told him; 'Look this is my son's mate,
You know, his right hand man,
Go on Satan, sling your hook
Who do you think I am?"

Peter, Peter,
Urmmmm
Not exactly..

Jesus, Jesus,,
It's not as if God would do that anyhow,
But I must admit,
I'm getting nervous now,
I mean as if God would put me in HIS hands,
And anyway what would he want with me?
Basically I'm  just a fisherman?

Peter, Peter,
Petey, Petey, Pete,
Don't get quite so nervous,
Stop pacing up and down the street
I know it's hard to hear,
And Look, this isn't sweet,
But, as I said before,
He's asked to sift you, just like wheat,

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sift me like wheat you said?
Sifting sounds quite gentle
Is it like a lie in bed?,
Maybe not Boss, think!
Perhaps this is not so bad,
You can still get me out of this,
You're gonna have to call your Dad,

You can tell him to protect me,
To put an Angel over me,
Flaming sword aloft,
To sever in twain the enemy?

Mmm, Peter,  not exactly.
I know you don't want to feel the heat,
But I'm afraid that's not the plan,
I already spoke to him, Pete,
What did I say to him?
Pete, what did I ask?
I asked him not to spare you,
But to strengthen you for the task,

There is a purpose here,
Get the wind into your sail,
You can turn and strengthen brothers,
I've prayed Your faith wont fail,

Peter don't be afraid,
Oh Simon, Simon Pete,
I'm never going to leave you,
You have landed on your feet,
The worst is yet to come,
I'm afraid this still is true,
But you will strengthen others
After I have strengthened you.