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