Poetry

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Thirty Pieces of Silver

The oil lamps were dimly lit
Making shadows dance on the wall
Satan was hiding in the shadows
Watching and waiting for the fall

They were there in the upper room
Celebrating the Passover feast
There was Jesus and the twelve
But one would soon be released

It was only minutes before
He had lovingly washed their feet
How it must have grieved Him
To look into the eyes of deceit

He said “One of you will betray me”
Suddenly, a chill was in the air
Master, who will it be? asked John
“The one with this bread I share”

He dipped the bread into the sop
And offered it gently to the traitor
As Judas looked in His tender eyes
Did he not see his own Creator?

Satan gleefully entered the man
His mission, he thought on course
The betrayer left to fulfill his deed
The Sacrifice watched with remorse

For only thirty pieces of silver
This traitor sold his soul to hell
With once last chance to repent
Satan’s greed, instead cast the spell

Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
Do we still sell Him out today?
For a mere thirty pieces of silver
That will only tarnish and decay

How His heart must be still breaking
To see our betrayal of His grace
Something inside holds onto the purse
And keeps us from His warm embrace

Thank You, Jesus for loving us still
Though lowly traitors we may be
We are unworthy of such great love
The fate of Judas......we should see

Loosen our grip on material things
To let go of our silver and gold
To fall at Your feet, serve only You
For many treasures in heaven to unfold

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