Song | Traitor's Look |
Artist | Michael Card |
Album | Known By the Scars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Card | |
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 |
zuo qu : Card | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Card | |
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 |