Peter - He Called Me Rock (Intro to the Album)

Back in 2020, I wrote a number of story narratives and exposition of the Epistles of Peter- the last few weeks I have revisited the project and decided to add music to the journey- here are the narratives and lyrics for the entire album:

Full Album link- He Called Me Rock- Songs from The Life of Peter

Individual narratives and lyrics- one tip- if you want to read the lyrics along with the music- I suggest finding the album on your phone- read the narrative and then read the lyrics as you listen.

We Meet Simon-

It had been a spectacular day.

Only fishermen understand the profound satisfaction, the tangle of emotions that swell at the end of a perfect trip on the water.

Simon was spent, yet exhilarated. His back ached as he spread the last net across the pebbled shoreline, now aglow with the crimson brilliance of the Mediterranean sunset. The deep blue sky, rippling waves, and low clouds painted the horizon in hues of purple and orange—Jehovah’s final, breathtaking strokes, cast in the fleeting minutes of His glory.

Birds wheeled and dove, their cries echoing the triumph. Baitfish had swarmed the boat all day, and even now, predatory schools erupted on Lake Gennesaret’s surface. No need to cast the nets again—Simon’s boat groaned under the weight of the haul.

Days of failure, heartache, and missed chances always paved the way to moments like this. Fishermen’s hopes die hard, though. This day would fuel countless more—high winds, snarled nets, bloodied hands, and meager catches—but for now, it was enough.

The sons of Zebedee sprawled nearby. John gazed at the sunset, while James lay motionless, dead to the world. Simon swallowed the urge to bark orders; perfection softened even his edges. The ideal conditions had driven the brothers with relentless vigor, too busy to bicker—a rare and welcome peace amid the chaos.

Andrew, Simon’s brother, stoked the shoreline fire until it roared, then hurried back to secure the boat and ready the catch. “Want me to call them?” he asked, nodding toward the dozing pair.

Simon glanced over—both brothers out cold now—and shook his head slowly, hands on his hips. “No, give them a minute. We’ve a long night ahead with this bounty.”

Andrew grinned. He liked seeing his brother happy.

“The Jordan’s running strong today,” Andrew said. “Clean, powerful water.”

Simon nodded, unusually quiet, though contentment radiated from him. “Yes, brother,” he said at last, unable to hold it in. “Miracle water. We haven’t had a day like this in ages.”

He whistled sharply, and a pack of local boys raced toward the boat, jostling to outrun each other. Simon laughed at the sight. “We’ve had a good day!” He tossed a small coin to the fastest. “Run to my wife and her mother—tell them we’ll need help tonight. Bring more salt, too.”

A few more boys from Bethsaida lingered, wide-eyed, half in awe of Simon’s towering silhouette against the dying light. “Ok, ok… you three, but no more,” he relented.

Andrew set them to work, and the bustle roused James and John to their feet. One boy, bolder than the rest, piped up. “This is the best catch in all of Capernaum today!”

Simon’s chest swelled at the praise. Fishermen are good at that, too.

Deep inside though, Simon’s discontentment always lingered…….

Song 1: Lost at Sea

Verse 1:

The salt air cuts like a sharpened blade,

Hands like stone from the life I’ve made.

I pull the nets, I call the crew,

They hear my voice, but they don’t know the truth.

Pre-Chorus:

The waves keep rolling, the years slip past,

I built my name, but it won’t hold fast.

Chorus:

I’m lost at sea, though my feet touch land,

The tide pulls deep, but I won’t reach for a hand.

They call me strong, they say I lead,

But I’m drowning slow where no one sees.

Verse 2:

The market’s full, and the fire burns bright,

We raise our cups in the lamplight.

I laugh along, I play my part,

But silence howls inside my heart.

Pre-Chorus:

The nets are full, the silver’s weighed,

But something’s missing I can’t name.

Chorus:

I’m lost at sea, though my feet touch land,

The tide pulls deep, but I won’t reach for a hand.

They call me strong, they say I lead,

But I’m drowning slow where no one sees.

Bridge:

I’ve heard whispers on the wind,

Of a voice that calls, of a hope within.

They say He walks upon the waves,

But I don’t believe—not yet, not today.

 Chorus:

Still lost at sea, though my feet touch land,

Still driftin’ deep, afraid to take a hand.

They call me strong, they say I lead,

But maybe there’s more than what I see.