Peter At The Breaking Of The Bread

Well

I was standing in the shadows

At the breaking of the bread

As He touched the cup in silence

At the bowing of his head

And Judas stole out silently

As hushed the prayers were said.

I knew this was Jesus

at the breaking of the bread

Well

I was standing in the shadows

Of the cool Gethsemane

Trying hard to disbelieve

What my weary eyes could clearly see.

The lights

the cries

the flash of steel

In the shadow of an outstretched tree

I knew this was Jesus

But I could not foresee.

Well

I was standing in the shadows

As the prisoner was led

Trying not to tremble

At the turning of his head

Trying not to notice

At the breaking of His heart.

I knew this was Jesus

and soon He will be dead.

Well

I was standing in the shadows

At the throwing of the dice

Wishing I was twenty thousand men

Man I would take that soldier's life.

But Jesus looked down quietly

Forgiveness in his eyes.

I knew that this was Jesus

Such love comes as a surprise.

Well

I was standing in the shadows

Man I wished I'd not been born

Rubbing shoulders with the soldier boys

Who laughed and mocked to scorn my Lord.

I could hardly recognise His face

His body was so torn

I knew this was Jesus

and soon He will be dead.

At the breaking of the dawn

I stood and watched the place

Where they had laid His body down

But on the stone bed

where they laid him dead

No body could be found.

Then a man in white

a dazzling sight

With a voice of triumph said:

'He is alive! He is alive!

He is alive! He is alive!'