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Judas led the angry multitude To the garden where Jesus prayed. He kissed his master on the cheek And, thus, was Jesus betrayed. They had decided to crucify Jesus And Judas repented his sin. Why should they kill the Master, Lord, and Savior of all men? He went to the Chief Priests and Elders And pleaded with an anguished cry. A kiss betrayed an innocent man, A man condemned to die. For a mere thirty pieces of silver, Judas condemned this innocent man. But when remorse filled his soul, He threw down the money and ran. They, later, found Judas' body. In the dead of night, he hung Silently, swaying on the end of a rope. Forever, still, would be his tongue. The silver lay strewn upon the floor, The price of blood it had paid. It couldn't be used in the temple. So, a deal on a potter's field was made. The field was used to bury the poor. But, the price Jesus paid was high. I wonder if Judas was buried there. Did blood money, his grave help to buy?

© 2002 by Claytia Doran

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