| The Judas Heart |
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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 Master's way? |
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There is no way I can know the heart of Judas or any other. For, there are times I cannot not really know my own. I don't think Judas knew the extent of His betrayal, that it would lead to His very death ... because, in the Bible, it says, "Seeing the deeds he had done, he was grieved in his heart, and tried to return the thirty pieces of silver, and went out and hung himself." But, the money was used to buy a potters field, for burying foreigners in the land. So, Judas had bought a grave with his money. How often do we sell the Lord for even less by listening to that dirty joke, or gossip and sending it on to another, or (when we hear another's name being sullied by an untruth) we didn't speak up to bring the truth to light? Maybe, it was just a penny or two that didn't belong to you. Indeed, a penny or a million dollars is all the same to God. It's a daily thing, in my life, to filter all things through His hands so as not to reap unto myself. |
| A Judas Heart If I have a Judas heart then, Lord, let it be for grief of my sin - Then fall upon my knees, in prayer. Forgive the Judas in me. Let me try, again. |
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