I am Peter

a CONFESSION poem / prayer to ABBA


I need Your help

To truly be saved

My faith is all over the place

I take one step

I break my neck

I’m sorry this didn’t feel safe

My flesh is weak

My future SEEMS bleak

You remind me, “it’s not a race”

+ You are the OG safe space

You see my struggle;

invite me to the huddle.

Your strategy feels like a cuddle.

You say,

“Keep your eyes on ME, til the end of the WEEK.

Perhaps you won’t feel so weak.

Perhaps life won’t seem so bleak.”

I say, “okay.”

Step out on the waves.

And embrace Your new shining day.

It's not perfect.

But through your eyes,

The week is worth it.

So, I humble myself not to



It is difficult to walk in the LIGHT, with darkness in sight, but luckily we serve a GOD of Peace.


“God blesses those who will work for peace for they will be called the children of God.” (Matt 5:9, NLT) ~~~~~~~

Children of PEACE,

"Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results." (James 5:16, NLT)

(after the life and story of Peter)

© Jocelyn Billheimer