Ah Judas, “Will you answer, I ask you questions three?” For deep inside myself I find I am the same as thee Yes often times I have betrayed, or been like Peter too And so with deep humility, I pose them now to you. What value did you put on Christ, now was it all worthwhile To sell Him for some silver coins, you lined them up in pile But never saw the price you paid, or all that you have lost Oh Judas I implore you, ”Was it really worth the cost?” You spurned His love as nothing, despised the proffered grace Yet could not bear to look upon that beaten bloodied face And all the gifts He offered, by them you nothing gain For now while falling headlong, your living has been vain. So now I turn from thee to me, to bow my head in shame How many times have I betrayed, denied that Holy Name Thy love meant little to me, sin rules again, again And yet I know repentance, is very often vain. Lord help me to be honest, and now to value true The blessings that are given, so freely Lord from you Thy love and offered sacrifice, thy patience Lord with me And help me truly value, thy wondrous blessings three. © Rowan Jennings 24th June 2007