The Book-Keeper

What did you do dear Judas ? Why did you dear Judas ?    
Were you not the brightest of the twelve      
Could you not see the plan that would have taken you with me      
To those dreamed  heights ? Could you not wait ?      
Why could you not dear unhappy Judas?      
    
The books you kept so well, of the cash we held,      
Were of the same importance as the rest we'd done.      
The way to heaven is not paid with cash,      
But we were on the earth and needed you,      
My dear unhappy Judas      
    
We shared the road and  joked together ,      
You knew me better than the others      
And saw the God beneath the man...as could the Sanhedrin ,      
But God on earth was not for them ,but it was for you,      
Dear dead Judas.    
      
John will call you thief say you cared not for the poor,      
Part of my ministry was yours ,now they'll divide it up.      
It was a friendly  supper, we dipped together ,      
I chose you..............      
You will take much blame Simon’s son ,      
    
Man of Kerioth should I have chosen you ?      
Was I right, you of Judea not Gallilee ?      
John was kind, loved him best, was I wise Judas ?      
He will be bitter ‘it was dark outside’      
Dramatic yes and bitter ,      
Oh! Judas .....Judas.... Judas  dear dead Judas.      
    
Those soldiers Judas were they really necessary----      
Or the staves? But  you were hurt.      
I trusted you :you had no choice.      
‘He that eateth with me      
Hath lifted up his heel against me’      
    
A piece of bread to bait you      
Oh! my dear unhappy Judas      
A piece of Bread      
    
Bread !      
Oh! my dear unhappy Judas    
    
You should not have given back the silver      
But kept it for the others, they’ll need it now,      
Not you or me.      
Your neck is bruise your lovely name is sullied      
No sweet child will pride the name of Judas      
Which is a shame,      
Jesus will live and be addressed to other men,      
Dear dead Judas.    
    
Oh! Judas the pain! the  pain if this is triumph I’d hate to lose!      
But I’ve nearly had enough      
You are gone before but soon we shall meet, dear friend.....      
Before the others,      
    
So be consoled,Judas your dream will wake      
Fulfilled with me in Heaven,      
Where we can talk unleavened talk,      
My dear unhappy Ju................