Lyrics

Net on his hands
Salt in his skin
Peter at the shore
Too rough, too thin

He spoke too fast
He swung too wild
A stubborn man
A frightened child

When the garden turned
And the steel drew near
He fled the fire
He vanished in fear

Three times, three times
He swore he knew not
Three times, three times
The rooster cut the dark

But You called him rock
Called him rock
You called him rock
Called him rock

Weak hands, hard heart
Still You made him stand
Weak hands, hard heart
First stone in Your plan

Tears hit dust
At the bitter dawn
He saw that face
And knew what he’d done

No crown for shame
No clean excuse
Just a broken man
With nothing to prove

Yet mercy stood
Where failure fell
The door stayed open
Through death and hell

Three times, three times
The wound ran deep
Three times, three times
But grace did not sleep

But You called him rock
Called him rock
You called him rock
Called him rock

Weak hands, hard heart
Still You made him stand
Weak hands, hard heart
First stone in Your plan

Now hear the hammer
Hear the ropes pull tight
Old Peter laughs
In the upside-down night

He asked for shame
To match the King
Head to the ground
Still he’ll sing

Rock on the tears
Rock on the fear
Rock on the failure
He built the church here

Rock on the blood
Rock on the flame
Peter was broken
But heaven knew his name

But You called him rock
Called him rock
You called him rock
Called him rock

Weak hands, hard heart
Still You made him stand
Weak hands, hard heart
First stone in Your plan

Rock on the tears
Rock on the fear
You raised up Peter
And held him here