I tell you, Peter the cock will not crow
Before you've denied me three times in a row
The servant girl saw him by firelight
And said, "Here is one!" but Peter denied it
Twice more they questioned.  Twice more he lied
Then Jesus looked Peter straight in the eye
As the cock crowed
How could we know
How that must feel?

The soldiers, they mocked Him and crowned Him with thorns
The elders blasphemed Him with laughter and scorn
"Father forgive, they know not what they do"
But, still they all mocked "Hail, King of the Jews!"
The ground it did tremble the sky black as death
As Jesus, Lord Jesus, let out his last breath
The centurion knew,
"Oh what did we do?"
How that must feel

Tell me, what does it mean to you?
Tell me, how you can disregard
The Lord of Love and His sacrifice?
He gave His Son to pay for your life!