Michael Card How did it feel to take the place Of honor at the meal To take the sup from His own hand A prophesy to seal Was it because He washed your feet That you sold Him as a slave The Son of Man, the Lamb of God Who'd only come to save The silver that they paid to you From out their precious till Was meant to buy a spotless lamb A sacrifice to kill How heavy was the money bag That couldn't set you free It became a heavy millstone As you fell into the sea Now Judas don't you come to close I fear that I might see That traitor's look upon your face Might look too much like me Cause just like you I've sold the Lord And often for much less And like a retched traitor I betrayed Him with a kiss
