But Judas, we knew you, we loved you. You were one of us. Thirty pieces of silver to throw down in the dust?
Judas, I just can’t comprehend. He was our friend. He was our friend.
I saw Him shuffled throught he streets. I heard the accusing tones.
As a lamb before his shearers, dumb, not one protest arose.
Each whiplash fell, the blows were cruel,they tore His back apart.
The crown of thorns, the purple robe. My Lord, they broke my heart.
Alone, rejected, bleeding, sore, where are Your mighty men? If I were more than just a maid, I’d set You free again.
My Lord, how could he do this, and for a price so small? Where’s fearless Peter with his sword, does he not care at all?
They can’t make You carry that! Not on a back so torn! Master, that cross is so heavy and You’re so battered and worn.
Where’s John and James and Thomas? Oh, Lord, why aren’t they here? Judas should come and see this! His price was not so dear!
Not nails, Lord, not nails; It could have just been rope.You could have broken through it. They could have left me that hope.
And here he comes with the hammer. Lord, don’t give him Your hands. Just call out to the Father. Kill him right where he stands.
Oh, please don’t let them drop it, not from that great height. Lord, how the blood is flowing. Judas should see this sight!
THE THUD. THE THUD. Oh, Master, until the day I die, that sound will echo through my head and I’ll see You lifted high.
Oh, Lord, You can’t be dying. I’ve seen Your mighty power! Just call upon Your angels.They’ll come and save You now.
Lord, don’t give up Your spirit. Oh, Lord, don’t bow Your head. Oh Jesus, I’m so all alone. Oh Lord, You can’t be….dead!
So Joseph has a tomb I hear. Oh well, wealth has its place. They’re taking down the body now. Their tears splash on His face.
They’re wrapping Him so carefully. I was so sure He’d rise. It’s gone now though, my faintest hope. How still and cold He lies.
And now I feel so all alone, my every hope is gone.My very being has turned to stone. I know I can’t go on.
To me my Lord was everything. The love we shared was pure. I stand here gazing at spilt blood. Oh how can I endure?
He’s gone! They’ve taken everything. His bruised and beaten flesh.They stripped Him of His majesty and now they steal afresh.
I only wanted just to sit and guard His resting place,but now He’s gone; I know not where and tears stream down my face.
‘Mary,’ He called. He spoke to me… the gardener dressed in white. He turned His head and looked at me. I melted at the sight.
‘Raboni, Lord, My Master, You thrust the stone away. You live. You reign triumphant. Yes, You’re ALIVE today!!!
by Estelle Everingham 19/03/1983.