Peter And Paul

As I think about Peter and Paul, How I wish good fortune for one and all, From their beliefs to all they would cry, They were both better persons, than I. They both lived and spoke of their belief, Believing in forgiving and turning the other cheek, They taught not to hate and to begrudged nobody, They both were simply a better person than me. If only that I could walk in their footsteps, Going to the places where others had wept, Living as poor men with no belongings or wealth, They were both better persons, than myself. They were judged and beat for their own truth, Called rough and uncivil and also uncouth, They were hated and loathed and then condemned, Sometimes I wish, that I was more like them.