The Iscariot Lament: 2-19-17
Even as the soldier marches with his ear healed and intact
The guards bound him - chained him - stole him away
What have I done?
The Son of the Father shackled by those ignorant men
Even as he prayed for their salvation
What have I done?
Thirty pieces of silver; thirty sins weighing me down
I am in agony; the spiritual affliction destroys my sanity
What have I done?
My body is ravaged by the fires of remorse and dread
It feasts on my iniquities as though they are oil
What have I done?
Beloved Saviour, Sweet Christ, Blessed Redeemer
My deceit and betrayal sealed your fate with a poisonous kiss
What have I done?
I am wrought with inner turmoil and grief
I run back to the priests
What have I done?
I cannot keep this. Take this filth from me!
I run away once more; my heart bursts with anguish
What have I done?
I fall to my knees; the tears scald my cheeks
Burning feverish trails of woe down my face
What have I done?
I quiver uncontrollably and glance at the heavens above
My lips tremble with fear threatening to engulf me
What have I done?
I cry out and beg, Elohim! Father, Lord!
Only the deafening silence answers
My God, what have I done?