Judas

I led him, right there, to the final place

I saw his face

“Do this,” I prayed, so sure he heard

I saw his face

“Just show them Lord”

I saw his face and then he turned from me.

You told me Lord

Do what you must

You handed me the bread.

And now he’s dead.

I fling the blood-price on the floor

And wrap the noose about me, sure

I’ll see his face no more.

I saw his face.

My name be cursed

I saw his face

My shame be nursed

By every generation, every place

But in his face

I see only forgiveness and no blame

And I’m made free.