"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified." Isaiah 61:3


This is a poem I wrote some time ago for a play, it depicts Judas in his last moments.  You can read more about it in Matthew 27.


In this moment of dark desperation

His image still clouds my mind

Of the man I once followed

Whispering, thy will not mine

No silver can ever replace

The look of death upon his face

Betrayal of an innocent man

Should have been me on the stand

I drank the wine, I ate the bread

Is it prophecy as he pled?

How could I ever deny

Better to have never been born he said!

Crucify! Crucify!

They declared

I should have hung there

All the sin and shame to bear

My greed condemned him to death

Now I must take my last breath

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