Traitor's Look Lyrics - Card Michael

Michael Card 

How did it feel to take the place 

Of honor at the meal 

To take the sup from His own hand 

A prophesy to seal 

Was it because He washed your feet 

That you sold Him as a slave 

The Son of Man, the Lamb of God 

Who'd only come to save 

The silver that they paid to you 

From out their precious till 

Was meant to buy a spotless lamb 

A sacrifice to kill 

How heavy was the money bag 

That couldn't set you free 

It became a heavy millstone 

As you fell into the sea 

Now Judas don't you come to close 

I fear that I might see 

That traitor's look upon your face 

Might look too much like me 

Cause just like you I've sold the Lord 

And often for much less 

And like a retched traitor 

I betrayed Him with a kiss