Thirty Pieces of Silver

Thirty pieces of silver,
For the Lord of Life they gave;
Thirty pieces of silver,
Only the price of a slave.

Thirty pieces of silver,
Laid in Iscariot's hand;
Thirty pieces of silver -
And the aid of an armed band,
Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter
Brought the humbled Son of God,
At midnight from the garden
Where His sweat had been like blood.

Thirty pieces of silver,
Burn on the traitor's brain;
Thirty pieces of silver -
Oh, it is hellish gain.

I have sinned, and betrayed the guiltless
He cried with a fevered breath,
As he cast them down the temple,
And rushed to a madman's death.

It may not be for silver,
It may not be for gold,
But still by tens and thousands
Is the precious Saviour sold;
Sold for a Godless friendship,
Sold for a selfish aim,
Sold for a fleeting trifle,
Sold for an empty name.

Sold in the mart of Science,
Sold in the seat of power,
Sold in the shrine of fortune,
Sold in pleasure's bower;
Sold where the awful bargain
Non but God's eye can see,
Ponder, my soul, the question,
Shall He be sold by thee?

-David Craig- The Coat of Many Colors