Judas's Lament
Judas' suicide has always messed with my brain. Most draw the conclusion that he ended his live due to his overwhelming guilt. I also agree with this; however, I believe there is more to Judas' ending. I think that his guilty conscience thirsted for Jesus' cleasing forgiveness. Since Jesus had already been crucified, the only way in Judas' mind to ask Him for that forgiveness was to go to where Jesus now resided. He did not commit suicide just to escape his pain. He committed suicide to seek his Savior's forgiveness.
Why, oh why, did I sin?
My heart, Satan did win.
Now my Lord, the one who saves
Beaten and bruised, heads towards his grave.
Why does he not fight?
For His power is God's might.
Yet he lifts not a fist, utters no reprimand.
Now the Savior of all will die by man's hand.
'Tis all my fault that He suffers this fate
I return the thirty pieces of silver, but it is too late.
I thought Jesus would rise up and claim His throne
I never foresaw him being murdered, alone
On a cross he will suffer, weaken, and bleed.
Others drive nails to the cross, but his murderer is me.
Prideful in politics, I bargained with priests
Sure I was doing right, no doubt in the least.
Even at the Last Supper, my friend Jesus knew
Of my plan to give Him over and what His captures would do.
My kiss on His cheek was all it would take
To rip out His heart, and cause it to break.
Now drowning in great remorse and painful dismay
I pursue a means to wipe all my guilt away.
Maybe if, in the afterlife, I meet the One I betrayed
I can plead for forgiveness and our relationship will be saved.
So before my mind the idea can reject,
I place a rope necklace around my neck.
As I let go of this world and think back to my kiss,
I pray my Savior's love can surpass even this.
The rope tightens.
My neck breaks.
The world darkens.
My heart, for my Friend's forgiveness, still prays.
My heart, Satan did win.
Now my Lord, the one who saves
Beaten and bruised, heads towards his grave.
Why does he not fight?
For His power is God's might.
Yet he lifts not a fist, utters no reprimand.
Now the Savior of all will die by man's hand.
'Tis all my fault that He suffers this fate
I return the thirty pieces of silver, but it is too late.
I thought Jesus would rise up and claim His throne
I never foresaw him being murdered, alone
On a cross he will suffer, weaken, and bleed.
Others drive nails to the cross, but his murderer is me.
Prideful in politics, I bargained with priests
Sure I was doing right, no doubt in the least.
Even at the Last Supper, my friend Jesus knew
Of my plan to give Him over and what His captures would do.
My kiss on His cheek was all it would take
To rip out His heart, and cause it to break.
Now drowning in great remorse and painful dismay
I pursue a means to wipe all my guilt away.
Maybe if, in the afterlife, I meet the One I betrayed
I can plead for forgiveness and our relationship will be saved.
So before my mind the idea can reject,
I place a rope necklace around my neck.
As I let go of this world and think back to my kiss,
I pray my Savior's love can surpass even this.
The rope tightens.
My neck breaks.
The world darkens.
My heart, for my Friend's forgiveness, still prays.