So now the hour was well advanced for
Him to take His leave.
He'd go the way His Father said and
leave them all to grieve.
He'd eat the bread His Father gave, the
work that He should do.
He'd give His life for all the world,
His Father gave it too.
But that the scripture be fulfilled, He
should not eat alone.
One should eat His bread with Him, and
that one of His own.
The scripture said that it should be
whose heel was lifted up,
the one who should deliver Him and that
way share His cup.
With trespass now forgiven him, they
two could share His bread.
The devil wouldn't call the shots, but
Jesus would instead.
It troubled Him to think of it, the woe
not His alone.
The one He saved would rue his life,
his flesh and too, his bone.
The servant's not the greater nor is he
that one does send,
but the greater is received by who
receives him, in the end.
He told them one should give Him up,
and that one of the twelve.
Although each asked if it were he, no
further did they delve.
Except for Simon Peter. Simon beckoned
to his son
to ask of Jesus secretly which one
should be the one.
So after he had asked Him, the Lord
said here's the sign:
the one who gets this sop, when I have
dipped it in the wine.
So after He had dipped it, He gave it
to the one
who'd just then asked the question. He
gave to Simon's son.
Flesh and blood were given so the last
became the first.
An end would come to hunger; an end
would come to thirst.
Judas only filled the bill; He couldn't
choose another.
He had to choose and send that one,
that was His new gained brother.
And having then received the sop, now
Satan entered in.
The adversary came to tempt and battle
from within.
“Is it I should give You up?” You
cast that from my heart!
“Do as you've said and quickly now,
by scripture it's your part.”
So at the word of Jesus, he got up from
his place.
His act of glorifying all would think a
great disgrace.
Having then received the sop, he went
out; it was night.
With both God and Satan in him, he'd
reacted to his plight.
Things of men and things of God were
whirling in his head.
The question he considered, were it
better he were dead?
Destined for perdition, the condition
he'd been in,
he'd come to hate this life of his, he
was a man of sin.
But Jesus came to save him, of this
he'd heard Him say.
Could He really do it, for one so far
astray?
To him it hardly mattered, his course
he now had set.
He'd plod this road unto the end
despite his deep regret.
He really couldn't say to Him, “Lord,
I've changed my mind,”
when Jesus spoke, “You've said.” It
seemed as if to bind.
He'd heard the words of Simon, “Lord,
be it far from thee,”
and now he had that spirit, from which
teaching said to flee.
“This shall not be unto thee?” how
could he say these words?
When Jesus had recoiled at them, as not
of God but for the birds.
These ideas offered only in my own name.
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