Thirty pieces of silver; Dear Lord what a price.. <br />And His Saviors Scarlet Cloak, they wagered with dice.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver He threw on the ground.. <br />And He cursed the high Heaven, with a language profound.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, the Last Supper surveyed.. <br />His hand ever trembling, with His life He doth paid.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, Desciples so near; who worried <br />and wondered, their face taut with fear.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, He touched with His hand.. <br />In Garden Gethsemane, Roman soldiers understand.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, on the 'morn there to die.. <br />On the Hill Calvery, the Huge Cross Crucify.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, two nails in His hand.. <br />Two nails thru His arches; between two Thieves there to stand.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, no Soul to be saved.. <br />To suffer in darkness, Eternally Enslaved.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, think not of thyself.. <br />Thirty pieces of silver, be not Eternally Engulfed..<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-8/
