Christian poem 'The Betrayal' by Janet Martin (Christart.com)

The Betrayal
by Janet Martin © 2009

The birds in the trees were silent,
The flowers closed their eyes,
The trees bent low in sorrow
As they heard their Master's cries
The moon in the sky was darkened,
The wind had ceased to blow,
For there within the garden
All nature seemed to know....and they seemed to cry,

Daily You walked in our splendor,
Daily we hailed You as King!
Our Master, our Creator,
Maker of everything,
Lord of all creation,
Let nothing halt our song,
But now we bow in sorrow
For our Maker's hour is come, Yes, our Maker's hour is come.

The disciples lay a-sleeping,
Subdued in slumbers bliss,
No silent tears or weeping
In this prelude to The Kiss,
Then lo, what breaks the silence?
What is that doleful beat?
The song of doom and violence
Shod upon their feet!

Then Jesus spoke,"Arise, arise,
Behold, he is at hand!
The one who will betray me
Before us now doth stand!"
Judas cried,"Hail Master!"
And kissed the Son of Man,
Then Jesus turned to Judas,
And Jesus called him "Friend." and then He said,

"Daily I sat in your temple,
Daily you heard my words,
And yet you bring an army
To betray the Lord of lords?
Daily you heard my teaching,
Do you not know who I am?
And yet you bring your swords and knives
With which to slay a Lamb?
.........and yet you bring your swords and knives
To betray the Son of Man!"

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