The girl of surpassing Beauty
Lips curled in aspect moody 
Caring only for the right reflection 
(Not at all for introspection)
The hairs out of place
She thinks mar her face
What others think
Her only persuasion 

Or when
Peter confronted 
By fear bound
Would hide underground 
If he could
But could only deny
Denied once
Denied twice
Denied a third time
At the crowing

And what of the believer
Stitched with pain and fever
With no one to relieve her
Up against the wall of her cell
The pain, the bars to her thoughts
With naught else upon which to dwell

In times such as these
Remember Paul 
And his way of living
Aware of himself
Aware of the Father
Aware of those around him
And surrendered to 
The God who made him.

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