Why do we think ourselves immune to failures of the past? Why do we think that ever with Christ we long will last? Why do we not consider we might in darkest night Like Judas from the dinner take betrayal’s lonely flight? Why is it not so likely that ‘fore the crowing bird The crowds who stand beside us hear our denying word? Or would we like the others who followed Jesus long Run off into the night at first sight of a throng? Or maybe we like elders sit in the judgment seat, And by the break of first light condemn him to defeat? What pride and arrogance thinks us not one of them, When with each breath of grace we, in sin, self condemn?