Like Judas

Maybe I'm like Judas.

For thirty pieces of silver - he ain't worse than me.

He betrayed You for money...and I did it all for

free.

I traded you for temporary things, for attention,

for comfort, for my own way. I knew your voice,

yet still chose mine. I knew the truth, yet still

drifted. It wasn't just one moment. It was in the

small compromises.

That's what I can't fully grasp.

You knew I would fail.

You knew every time I would fall short,

every time I choose myself over You,

and you still chose the cross.

~reightzhyl Leera