Peter’s sandals scuffed the earth, his mind churning. Days on this journey with Jesus had piled wonder upon wonder—healings, words that pierced like arrows, glimpses of something vast he couldn’t yet grasp. The others murmured among themselves, voices low, tossing questions back and forth. Who was he, this man they followed? The people had their guesses—wild ones, hopeful ones—but the disciples still wrestled in the dark.
Jesus stopped abruptly, turning to face them. His eyes burned with a quiet fire, his voice steady, cutting through the stillness. “What do they say? Who do they think I am?”
The question hung there, heavy. Peter squinted against the glare, feeling the weight of it settle on his chest. The others shifted, glancing at one another.
John spoke first, hesitant. “Some say John the Baptist, risen from the dead.”
“Elijah,” Philip added, “come back like the prophets foretold.”
“A prophet, at least,” Thomas muttered, kicking a stone. “That’s what the crowds think.”
Jesus didn’t flinch, his gaze sweeping them all, then locking on Peter. “And you? Who do you say I am?”
The words struck like a hammer on anvil. Peter’s heart thudded, loud in his ears. He’d seen too much—the blind given sight, the storm hushed with a word, the fever fleeing his mother-in-law’s bones. He’d felt it too, nights on the water when Jesus’ voice drowned out fear, days when his parables unraveled truths Peter hadn’t known he craved. The others’ answers echoed the chatter of the masses—prophet, king, Elijah reborn. But something deeper clawed at Peter, something truer, blazing through the fog of his fisherman’s mind.
He stepped forward, dust swirling at his feet, voice rough but sure. “You are the Christ. The Son of God.”
The words broke free, raw and unshakable, like a wave crashing on Gennesaret’s shore. The others froze, breath caught. Peter felt the heat of it, the certainty blazing in his bones—not from his own wit, but from somewhere beyond, a gift pressed into his soul.
Jesus’ face shifted—fire in his eyes now matched by a fierce joy. He closed the distance, gripping Peter’s shoulder. “Simon, son of John, blessed are you. Flesh and blood didn’t reveal this—my Father in heaven did.” His voice grew stronger, ringing like a bell over the hills. “On this rock I’ll build my church, and the gates of hell will not prevail against it. I’ll give you the keys of the kingdom—what you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, what you loose on earth will be loosed above.”
Peter staggered under the weight of it. A rock? Him—the brash fisherman who sank in the sea, who doubted in the dark? Yet Jesus’ words held no jest, only promise, solid as the stone beneath them. The others stared, wide-eyed, as if the ground had shifted. Peter felt it too—a dawn breaking inside him, illuminating every moment he’d walked with this man.
The hills loomed silent, but Peter sensed the storm lurking beyond them. Kingdoms would rise, hell would rage, yet this truth stood taller. He glanced at Jesus, steady as ever, leading them onward. The road stretched ahead, uncertain, but Peter knew now: they followed no mere prophet. The Son of God walked with them, and on that, everything would stand.
Song 5: Upon This Rock
Verse 1
We walked the road to the hills that rise,
The air was thick, the world stood still.
He turned and asked, "What do they say?
Who do they think I am today?"
Pre-Chorus
Some say a prophet, some say a king,
Some say Elijah rising again.
But deep in my soul, I knew what was true,
So I spoke the words that burned in my view—
Chorus
“You are the Christ, the Son of God,
The hope of heaven, the Savior’s love.
No power of man, no kingdom’s rise,
Can shake the truth that never dies.
Upon this rock, the church will stand,
Not built by human hearts or hands.”
Verse 2
His eyes were fire, His voice was strong,
He said, “Simon, you have seen the dawn.
Not flesh and blood, but the Father’s hand,
Revealed this truth that will ever stand.”
Bridge
“The gates of hell will rage and roar,
But they will fall, they’ll stand no more.
What’s bound below, loosed up above,
By heaven’s key and the Father’s love.”
Chorus
“You are the Christ, the Son of God,
The hope of heaven, the Savior’s love.
No power of man, no kingdom’s rise,
Can shake the truth that never dies.
Upon this rock, the church will stand,
Not built by human hearts or hands.”
Outro
Storms will rise and kingdoms fall,
But His name outshines them all.
The gates of hell can’t hold the light,
Upon this rock, we stand and fight.
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