He sat among the twelve, the betrayer unknown,
His heart concealed, his sin not shown
But Jesus, knowing all, with tender grace,
Met Judas’ gaze and held his place.
No word of scorn, no hint of disdain,
No bitterness marred the love maintained.
He washed his feet with the same gentle care,
As though no betrayal was hidden there.
At supper’s table, His voice soft and kind,
He broke the bread, His love intertwined.
“This is my body, broken for you,”
Even for Judas, the promise was true.
To love your enemy, to bless the one,
Who trades your life for thirty silver and none.
This is the measure of love divine,
To hold no grudge, to give no sign.
When Judas kissed Him in the garden’s deep,
Jesus met him with eyes that weep.
“Friend,” He said, as soldiers drew near,
A word of love, untainted by fear.
And so the secret remained untold,
For love like this is pure as gold.
To love as Jesus did, so real and true,
To bless even those who betray you.
For in His grace, we learn and see,
If Jesus can love a betrayer like Judas
Then he can love a betrayer like me