Judas: 30 Pieces of Silver

Judas Iscariot, photo by Missional Volunteer

Judas: 30 Pieces of Silver

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

Wrapped up in sackcloth and misery

30 pieces of treachery

Silver pieces of sin and sorrow

Turning freedom into slavery

Stealing away my tomorrow

I’ve got 30 pieces of silver sin

Selling me out and trading me in

30 pieces of death and regret

Cheap trinkets and lies—I lost the bet

Without a doubt—I’ve got 30 pieces of selling out

Gambled with Life and sold Him strife!

This is what I’m all about

My life hangs in silver pieces

Death and judgment into eternity

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

One silver coin of self-flipping in the air—

No sense of concern; no empathy; no care

One silver coin of selfishness and apathy—

I led them to he garden at night, you see—

Darkness got the best of me

One silver coin of greed and tragedy—

A public spectacle for all to see

One silver coin slide—

I have nothing but my pride

One silver coin roll—

I’m a devil out of control

One silver coin of lies—

Deceit covered all eyes

One silver coin would just roll and roll—

Religion takes its toll; it sells the soul

One silver coin of shame—

I gave them His place and His name

One silver coin of lust—

I seek my own good, because I must

One silver coin tumbles to the floor—

All I wanted was just a little more

One silver coin sings with a ring—

I sold out The King of Kings—

For anything a King would bring

One silver coin crashes—

I took the money and He took the lashes

One silver coin shimmer—

It’s the things of this world that glimmer

One silver coin of thirty—

My hands are dirty

One silver coin fall—

This looser looses all

One silver coin bounces and flips—

Trust is gone; I’ve lost my grip

One silver coin hits the wall—

I took the money; He took the fall

One silver coin clashes another—

I sold out my brother

One silver coin dances in the spill—

I stole from the poor; it’s a bitter pill

One silver coin with another, they meet—

I betray with a kiss when I greet

One silver coin rolled alone—

It spilt out upon the stone

One silver coin numbered with many—

Buried in the potter’s field, a death as good as any

One silver coin spun in time—

We dip together when we dine, His hand and mine

One silver coin teetered and swayed—

Lies, death, greed, lust and idols persuade

One silver coin drops in line—

A coward coerced and without a spine

One silver coin follows the other—

In the darkness of the darkness’s cover

One silver coin snags and shakes loose—

Hangs in the bag like the betrayer’s noose

One silver coin fell through the cracks—

This one has a devil and the devil gives no take-backs

One silver coin snagged and delayed—

The deed has been done; He was betrayed

One silver coin splashed and up it sprang—

There from the branch despair would hang

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

Poured out on the ground for all to see


© February 26, 2014, Robbie Pruitt