I Too Was His Friend

I asked him plainly if I was the one, and he said, "Yes". He knew I was the one, and yet he did not cast me away. He broke bread, and drank with me, just like all the rest. I gave him the kiss of betrayal, and yet he called me friend. He was condemned, and I was remorse, returning the bloody money. I confessed my sin to my co-conspirators, but never to God or Jesus. It was far too much for me to bear. I cared not to live and took my life. What I remember most, as my dreaded life slowly departed my dying body, is the memory of the loving face of him who called me his friend. 041422PS. Matthew 26:25, 50; 27:3,4,5