The Judas Way Poem by Royston Allen

For many miles I walked alongside Him
but the things that He said I could not take in.
Too indifferent to follow or obey,
though so close to Him I drifted away.

"How much is it worth? " to the priests I said.
"Just how much will you pay to see Him dead? "
Thirty pieces of silver. The deal was done.
Thirty pieces of silver to kill God's Son.

The price was agreed and the money paid.
Off I went for there were plans to be made.
Then the time came, it was too good to miss,
and there in the garden I gave Him a kiss.

The deed done, I watched them take Him away
thirty silver pieces richer that day.
Then guilt and fear flooded into my mind
His blood was on me. No peace could I find

What have I done to the Lord Jesus Christ?
Because of my greed He'd be sacrificed.
My remorse and guilt is too much for me
I will go and hang myself from a tree.