By a Friend

My dear one,

you will be loved in the name of truth

and find your heart betrayed

Do not allow this to give you pain

for Christ Himself endured 

mockery 

scorn

betrayal

Yet He remained

Sold for thirty pieces of silver

under the mask of a kiss

a friend of His,

a friend,

a friend,

a friend

Yes, my dear one

you will be loved in the name of truth

and find your heart betrayed

but lift your head and cling to this

He knows the bitter pain

Sold as a slave, replaced and made

An embarrassment to the world

How easier the pain would have been

If an enemy had kissed his life

to death

But alas indeed

a friend of His

a friend well loved

a friend,

a friend,

a friend

So when you wish to shake your fist

Be angry for the pain

Remember that He felt it too

Just as you are now

He felt the pain of searing loss,

of a man He'd called His own,

for the one who sent Him to His Cross

was no stranger, but well-known

This is why we sing

No truer love than this

For we will be hurt in the name of love

And find our hearts betrayed

Not by strangers, no indeed

By a friend,

a friend,

a friend

Author's Note

If we were always loved perfectly on this earth, would we ever long to know Christs' for us? Would it ever be as precious to us? In Christ's mysterious mercy, He allows us to feel unloved and betrayed by imperfect people sometimes so that the love He has for us is overwhelmingly dear and precious and deeply, deeply desired.

I know in many ways this is not real poetry; I wrote it late at night. I hope it touches you regardless!