Blood Money

My open hand offered to you.
Yours returned, around a blade
and thrust in between my ribs.
My bloody hands weren’t enough for you.
A spit in the face — Such a disgrace (2x).
A sin that cannot be ignored.
Can thirty pieces fill the void?
I gave everything I had.
To find out that I’d been had.
You took some more — Trying to settle the score.
Greedily snatching what I gave.
Adding humiliation to my pain.
Love unconditional
so unfathomable; forgiveness, no trace of sin
so hard to imagine.
A spit in the face — Such a disgrace (2x).
Yet, this is the only thing so real
a sacrifice that made my life complete.
Yes, this is the only thing so real
blood was shed and now my life’s complete.