Another one that belongs slightly earlier in the collection, while I play catch-up with myself. This one should go, as the name probably makes quite clear, at the time when Peter is waiting outside the High Priest’s house.The Rooster Crows And the sheep are scattered. They have all run away. The wolves have come and The shepherd stands ready To battle them, but the sheep, The sheep are afraid. There are no sheep now In the pen; they run For their lives from the wolves. They have seen the blood drip from The wolves’ sharpened teeth. The shepherd rises, with His burning heart in hand To do battle with the wolves and Their virulent hate. He stands To defend and defeat. But the sheep: The sheep have all gone. You, sheep, have all gone. All will turn away. All will abandon. The wolves, thick with the evil of Their dark intentions, loom. The shepherd stands alone.