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Under the cloak of darkness,

They wanted no unrest;

They found him a garden;

And made their quick arrest.

Disciples, those beside him,

In terror, fled that place;

They left him with the soldiers;

A sad and dark disgrace!

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But should we judge so quickly?

For fear had gripped each one;

We wonder if we’d been there,

Would we have also run?

Do we sometimes sit quietly

When protest should be loud

Supporting those who suffer?

We’re frightened of the crowd.

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In secret, Peter followed,

But soon denied his Lord;

He swore he did not know him -

The man whom he adored.

Three times he was unfaithful;

He was so terrified;

But when he pondered later,

It broke his heart. He cried.

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Again we should be careful

And not condemn too fast;

For tears may be in order

When thinking of our past;

Thank God we are forgiven

For each offence we cause;

Let Jesus Christ remind us -

Love beckons and restores.

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George Stuart