The Judas Heart
The Lord walked with the disciples.
He loved them all, with no exception.
He called them. from their nets. away
And all from their own profession.
There was one that walked with Him.
By name, he as called Judas, Simon's son;
One given to weakness of trust.
His was a spirit most undone.
At the Passover meal, they gathered
In an upper room, each man
With Jesus; the hope for their people.
The Passover meal began.
Jesus warned that he would be betrayed
By one they knew not who.
'Is it me, my Lord? they each had asked.
'Tis something they would not do.
They asked who would do such a thing.
Jesus said, ''It will be Him that dips sop with me.
He will be the one. Betrayal he will bring.''
Judas dipped in the bowl, with the Lord,
And met the Master's eyes.
Jesus spoke, softly, ''Do what you must do, quickly,''
And Judas left with no replies.
He stole away, through the night,
To meet with those he knew.
The prize thirty pieces of silver, he received,
Just as the Lord knew he would do.
Judas, speaking to the priest and leaders of the law
To whom he had committed to do this deed,
''You will know Him as the one I kiss.
He will be the Jesus. Follow, now, my lead.''
To the garden, where the Lord was kneeling in prayer,
Came the priest and soldiers, seeking Him.
Jesus met them on the path;
My Lord, Christ, who never knew any sin.
With the darkness all around them,
Peter sought to defend and raised a sword.
The others shrank into the shadows,
in fear of the arresting of their Lord.
Judas cried, ''My Lord,'' and greeted Him
With the kiss of a betrayer's heart
For thirty pieces of silver. That night,
Judas had sealed his part.
The rest we know from Bible history.
The tender Lamb of God was slain
And Judas, seeing what he had done,
Would hang himself before the day would wane.
His thirty pieces of silver, he returned ~
Which bought the potters field a grave for Him;
Called, to this day, even yet,
A field of blood, beneath the hangman's limb.
We think 'how very awful',
Betrayed for silver in thirty pieces.
What a terrible thought we have.
Hatred for the Judas heart, unleashes.
But, I have another thought.
Have I, myself, sold Him for less ~
Maybe and extra hour of sleep, on Sunday,
Or passing the gossip of untruthfulness?
Or, the sin of omission
When I heard an untruth spoken and yet not
Let others know the better.
In the field of blood, have I bought Judas' plot?
Or, was He sold for even less, by me,
When ungodly words I heard, then repeated ~
Or at unsavory jokes I laughed
When, in truth, I should have retreated?
Judas sold my precious Lord
For thirty pieces of silver, that day.
I suppose, as I view my own life,
I've sold Him for less along the way.
Forgive me, Lord, as I seek your heart.
Forgive me, I am so grieved within my own sin
For giving You up in my sinful bent.
Forgive me, once again.
Judas was not much different then I am.
In sin, he reaped the sinful harvest ~
Sold for thirty pieces of silver,
A Judas heart missed the home of the blest.
We are sowing, by our deeds, unto the harvest.
We will reap just what we sow, today.
Have you sold unto the harvest a Judas Heart
Or have you surrendered to the Masters way?
Author: © 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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