Thirty Pieces of Mercy

Thirty pieces. That was all it took. To sell the Savior

with a guilty look. A price so small for a love

so wide. Silver in hand while heaven cried. Thirty pieces. What a tragic

price. But I've betrayed you with cheaper lies. With every doubt,

with every sin, I've been the one handing you in, oh,

thirty pieces. It sounds so steep, but I've done worse for things

I keep. Things I keep. I point at Judas like he's worse

than me. But I've walked his footsteps quietly. I've chased my