I wrote this song from Peter's perspective on Holy Saturday, living in the tension between Friday and Sunday. Peter was an intense follower of Jesus, and yet even he denied Him. Here is a raw and live music video from Thin Places Easter (thanks Anthony West for filming!). I've also included the current lyric for the song below. John-Paul Gentile helped co-write this tune, and he played chains.


Where Are You Now

It's a lonely Saturday, and I feel the weight of wandering in this land
From the twelve You called me out to be the rock that You would take Your stand

I was sure that when we waived, on high, hosanna branches You would reign
But now Your killers curse Your name with hatred like a hurricane

Where are You now, I want to believe
You’re crushing his head six feet deep

On that night they cuffed you with a curse so I drew the sword from my own sheath
You could cut the tension like a slice of bread baked by the pharisees

It was on my heart was pounding strong with vengeance that would take by force
So I laid my blade upon his ear to let You know that I was Yours

I was even ready to drink Your blood
I was ready to feast upon Your flesh, You know I past that test
Now the rooster called me out and I turned my back on You I must confess
Now I digress

Where are you now, I want to believe
You’re crushing his head six feet deep