Judas the disciple was Who his Lord betrayed; Thirty silver pieces his For the part he played ... On Judas, called Iscariot, Falls still increasing shame, In bitter execration The people speak his name; But Judas, when he saw his Lord Condemned, though innocent, Flung back remorsefully the bribe For deed he did repent ... O Judas, now, how judgest thou Of us, who do not know Either what thy motive was Or thy depth of woe,— How judgeth, Judas, thou of us, Of us who, "Lord, Lord" say, Who see Him innocent condemned, Who blithely go our way, Betray Him with no sense of shame, Sing of His Cross, pray in His Name, Who never think, "We must repent," But with ourselves live quite content? ... Are we, then, the disciple Who doth our Lord betray? How many silver pieces ours For the part we play? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |