Betrayer’s Reflection

(ahhhh) The table is set

The bread has been broken

I sit in the light of the upper room

But carry the dark of the coming tomb

I take the cup and I hear your voice

While my quiet heart makes a selfish choice

I look at my hands and I see

the stain

Of trading your love for my own small gain And I am

no better than Judas

I have kissed your cheek

and walked away

For thirty pieces of my own pride

I have left you standing in the cold betray

Oh, I am no better

than Judas

Yet you wash my feet anyway

It's easy to point at the ancient tree

And blind my own eyes to the guilt in me

I have bartered your truth for a safer path

And hid in the shadows to escape the wrath

Every promise I broke

was a silver

coin

In the quiet betrayal my actions join

And I am no better than Judas

I have kissed your cheek

and walked away For thirty pieces of my own pride

I have left you standing in the cold betray

Oh, I am no better

than Judas

Yet you wash my feet anyway

How wide is the mercy that knows my name

How deep is the grace that relieves my shame

I fell in the garden,

I slept in the dust

But you are still faithful,

and you are my trust

No better than Judas...

Yet you wash my feet

Anyway (hummmm)