Three times Peter swore "I don't know him!"
The one he said he'd follow to the grave.
A thousand bitter tears could not wash away the sin,
In fear he wondered what would Jesus say.
Three times Jesus asked him, "Do you love Me?"
Three times his heart cried "Lord you know I do!"
Once for every time that he denied Him,
Jesus restored him to the hope that he knew.
For every time we've broken His heart,
For every time we've fallen,
Fore every time we thought we'd gone beyond His grace,
Once for all he stood in our place.
He died...for every time.
How many times have I denied him?
One day faithful, the next I turn away.
It's hard to believe He still loves me,
When my sin haunts me every day.
But He is faithful when I disobey,
When I fall short of His holy call.
In my weakness His mercy saves me,
I confess my sin, He forgives it all.
Jesus went to the cross and carried my sin
To save a wretch like me.
So why take the shame of it back again
When His blood covers me for eternity?
For every time we've broken His heart,
For every time we've fallen,
For every time we thought we'd gone beyond His grace,
Once for all He stood in our place.
He died...for every time.
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