Matthew 27:3-10

It turns out
thirty pieces of silver
is no price for a life.
Not for his,
and certainly not for mine.

What have I done?
I was trying to help,
move things along.
How wrong could I be?

I have betrayed a man
who never did anything wrong
and now
I can’t take it back,
they won’t let me.

What can I do?
I don’t want this money,
I was a fool,
easily bought,
too quick to go along
with someone else plan.

How can I ever make this right?
How can I atone
for the life I have wasted,
the life I have betrayed,
sold short?
Nothing and no one
can save me.

I have no hope left,
I sold my hope,
my peace,
my opportunity for a new life
and it wasn’t worth it.

When I have no hope left,
no hope in myself
or the world around,
may I remember Lord
that my hope is in you
and you alone
and hold to it.

Taken from my book Voices through Holy Week and Easter, available from Moorleys