St. Peter’s Day

This Sunday, June 29, is St. Peter’s Day.  It is a day for Christians to reflect and remember Peter’s martyrdom in Rome.

Several years ago, we were in Cambridge and attended Evensong (an evening chapel service) on June 29 at the breathtaking King’s College Chapel.

We heard the choir sing this 2006 composition commemorating St. Peter.  While I have not been able to find the song online so that I can share it with you, following are the words to the anthem.

Anthem for St. Peter’s Day

‘Will you leave everything and come with me –

Yes, bring your brother, leave the nets and sea,

And fish for human souls?’

‘The mother of my wife is ill.’

‘Her raging fever I will still

Before this high sun rolls

Behind those hills.’   ‘We trust your nod,

Jesus, Son of the Living God.’


‘Blessed are you, Simon, for this!

My heavenly Father in his bliss

Opens your eyes.

I call you Peter now, the rock

On which my church will stand all shock.

You hold the keys

To bind or loose, in heaven, on earth.

Have faith, as I have in your worth.’


The High Priest’s maid said: ‘Galilean

Warming your hands, that prisoner’s friend…’

‘He’s not my friend.’

Another pointed: ‘He’s one of them!’

‘Girl, you offend!’

A Roman sneered: ‘You share his accent.’

‘I resent and I condemn

Inept lies!’ The cock crowed. Peter wept.


They dined deep. Risen Christ bent down

To wash their feet, to Peter’s frown.

‘Simon, John’s son, do you love me?’

‘Yes, Lord, I do.’

‘You know I do!’

‘Simon, John’s son, do you love me?

Feed my sheep.


When you were young your ways were free.

When you are old you’ll follow me

With outstretched hands.’

And do it was. Agrippa tried

Peter as godless; crucified

As Rome commands –

But upside-down, the martyr’s own request

Lest he should equal Jesus every blest.


Words – Francis Warner

Music – David Goode


All is well,


Easter Wings

Easter Wings

George Herbert (1593-1633), a 17th century Welsh-born Anglican priest and poet, is believed by many to be the greatest religious poet in the English language.

This famous pattern poem (see how the words appear as wings especially if you turn it sideways as the poem was originally published), “Easter Wings,” allows the reader see the hope and reality of our shared resurrection in Jesus Christ.

A beautiful and insightful commentary on this poem can be found on, where we found this beautiful design of Herbert’s poem.

He is Risen!


A favorite poem of thanks we share with you — have a blessed Thanksgiving,

Jim and Lisa


by George Herbert, (1593-1633), Welsh-born English poet and Anglican priest

Thou that hast given so much to me,
Give one thing more, a grateful heart.
See how thy beggar works on thee
By art.

He makes thy gifts occasion more,
And says, If he in this be crossed,
All thou hast given him heretofore
Is lost.

But thou didst reckon, when at first
Thy word our hearts and hands did crave,
What it would come to at the worst
To save.

Perpetual knockings at thy door,
Tears sullying thy transparent rooms,
Gift upon gift, much would have more,
And comes.

This not withstanding, thou wenst on,
And didst allow us all our noise:
Nay thou hast made a sigh and groan
Thy joys.

Not that thou hast not still above
Much better tunes, than groans can make;
But that these country-airs thy love
Did take.

Wherefore I cry, and cry again;
And in no quiet canst thou be,
Till I a thankful heart obtain
Of thee:

Not thankful, when it pleaseth me;
As if thy blessings had spare days:
But such a heart, whose pulse may be
Thy praise.