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.