Peter de Rosa
Judas, if true love never ceases,
How could you, my friend, have come to this:
To sell me for thirty pieces of silver,
Betray me with a kiss.
Judas, remember what I taught you,
Do not despair while dangling on that rope.
It’s because you sinned that I sought you,
I came to bring you hope.
Judas, let’s pray and hang together,
You on your halter, I upon my hill.
Dear friend, even if you loved me never,
You know I love you still.