A simple hi from him
She notices the cleanly cut gentleman
He knows she's pretty
She's heard of him, he's way too famous
"Can we be friends?", he subtly asks
She couldn't care less, one more brother with a crush
The Devil spies on them and gets to scheming
And now they dance to the Devil's beat,
The title track left on repeat.

Yes she couldn't care less
He doesn't give it a second thought
That she has a thing for radical men
A beautiful skin in pencil skirt is his weakness
While listening to his scriptural prowess
As he basks in her admiration
"He's too serious to be into women"
"We're too spiritual for emotions to tangle"
Forgetting that appearances of evil,
Are logical enough reasons to flee to safety.

She likes his love for Jesus,
He admires her passion.
They chat on social media
She gains his rapt attention
Then the excuses fly around,
How ladies are better listeners,
Plus, he's helping her grow
So they become friends a little too close,
She's awesome, he let's her know
The lines become blurred, boundaries invaded
Friendship becomes flirtation, caution diluted.
The red signs glaring, left disregarded.
Destruction is imminent, the descent, steep
But the fall graduated.

Now he sees her as the girlfriend he's too holy to have.
"Could he be my future husband?", her mind wanders
"Brother and Sister in the Lord" as Lucifer laughs.
And then he sets the trap, and swooping in...
He captures the prey with both fangs,
And like little ducklings,
They never stood a chance.

And now her skin is irresistible
It wont hurt to grant her figure a quick glance.
Now she blushes at his compliments,
As he waits for her after mass
He thinks of her at night before bed,
And the day he's not in church, the service becomes flat.
Now they're binding the Devil and quoting scriptures
When initial restraint was their only escape
For now...now, its too late.

Because now,
A simple hi from him is led by the beast within
And she's weakened by the clean cut gentleman
And like sheep in obeisance
Led to the slaughter, they destroyed their resistance
The warning signs ripped apart
At the edge of the pit, still dancing
Satan granted full permit.
For he held on, stared on and let down his guard
She dreamed a little and let emotions rule
And still we hold on, stare on and let down our guard,
Dreaming a little and letting emotions rule,
For just a second too long.

I'm totally going to die! I'm so going to die right now!

Now I don't know if I'll ever see my Rabbi again; if I'll see anyone again. I'm about to freaking die in the middle of the deep blue sea. Those bright blue skies and the peachy sunset just went south and now, we're about to drown. Drown. I'm too young to die, too damn young I tell ya. What have I gotten myself into? What have I done wrong?

They warned me that this guy was trouble. They told me that this "Jesus" would lead me to the gutters, warned that He had nothing to offer and still I followed, blindly. I never listen you know. Now I wonder what would happen to my siblings if I die. Dad warned me, reminded me of my responsibilities and still I left it all, abandoned my home and my family. And all for what? To die like a simple gnat in the middle of the sea? I might not even get buried. All for this "Jesus". If I get out of this alive, I am going home. If I'm gonna drown let it be in Mama's chicken soup.

What the...? Is that a ghost?! Is that a ghost?!! Oh men, oh men, oh men!!! I'm really dead now. How is that...thing, -being, whatever!- moving on the water? Glowing and coming right towards us!!! God, please just let me drown; it'll be far easier and cleaner than being taken out by a ghost. In the middle of the sea. But what if...what if it takes me out and then I drown? Oh, now I'm scared. Two deaths at once. Someone remind me why I got on this boat? I never listen. I should never have followed this man. I'm so dead.

'Hey, Peter. I know I'm not too good at this emotional stuff, but its been fun knowing you. I'm sorry we have to go like this but before this ghost thingy takes us out, I just want you to know that you've been... Peter. Peter! Are you even listening to me? I'm giving my farewell speech here! Wait what? Jesus? Nooo. That can't be him on the water. Peter, you're seeing things. I don't really blame you, seeing you're about to die. Oh well..."

Okay, it does seem like Jesus. Wow! It's him;  yep, He can walk on water now, just great. Just when I thought my life couldn't get more weird, my Master is walking on water.

Peter's crazy you know. What's all this talk about jumping into the sea to meet Him? Aren't you already scared enough, haven't you peed your undies, wet your loincloth already with the waves tossing; now you want to go out there?! Be my guest, throw away your life for all I care. I'm staying here. I'm not moving an inch. LOL Peter! Kill yourself. I like the boat. Its safer here.

I said it. He's drowning now, he's going under! I warned him,"STAY", but he won't.  Wait...no! The Master has drawn him up. Whoa. Now Peter's walking on water.

The look on his face, just because he had the guts to jump out. And me, what have I gotten for playing it safe? Nada. Nothing. If only I had believed, if only I had trusted a bit more maybe just maybe, I might have an awesome story to tell. But I will forever be known as one of the guys on the boat while Peter will be the guy that walked on water. If only I had more faith. If only I believed.

Forget the boat. Its safe but its easy. I want to walk on water. I want to break boundaries. "Master, forgive my unbelief. I forgot that you just fed five thousand people with five loaves. I forget that you would never let me go; that you placed me on this boat and you'll never let me sink. Help me walk on water. Help me leave the boat".

He smiles. And in that moment, I know I have a second chance. I know, I get to try again.