Can I Expect More?

In Jesus' last hours before He died upon the cross
He agonized as His hour drew near and He could sense the cost.
He asked His chosen deciples to wait with Him
As He knelt in tortured prayer. He, at the least, expected them

To understand His suffering and show some genuine concern.
But they had fallen asleep. They could not conceive the turn
Of events that descended like a dark black cloud . . .
As the hour drew near . . . as the people approached in crowds.

Judas led the pack as he gave his clue of whom the Jesus was
When he approached our Savior and then he paused
And kissed Him on the cheek. The greatest betrayal
That was ever so blatantly and cavalierly portrayed.

Lucile I. Burke
March 19, 1994

 

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