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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
Quiet
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