And immediately, while he was still speaking, Judas came, one of the twelve, and with him a crowd with swords and clubs, from the chief priests and the scribes and the elders. Now the betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “The one I will kiss is the man. Seize him and lead him away under guard.” And when he came, he went up to him at once and said, “Rabbi!” And he kissed him. And they laid hands on him and seized him. But one of those who stood by drew his sword and struck the servant of the high priest and cut off his ear. And Jesus said to them, “Have you come out as against a robber, with swords and clubs to capture me? Day after day I was with you in the temple teaching, and you did not seize me. But let the Scriptures be fulfilled.” And they all left him and fled. And a young man followed him, with nothing but a linen cloth about his body. And they seized him, but he left the linen cloth and ran away naked. Mark 14:43-52
Fleeing the Scene
Fear overwhelms us and we move
the violence at our doorstep
out the back door we go
the life of a traveler still better than death.
The table was groaning
we were well fed and in a stupor
betrayal took us all by surprise
and we took off in all directions.
One minute there was peace the next terror
hair standing on end and confusion every where
a metallic taste on our lips and a scream
vibrating up from the depths of our souls.
For a few ounces of silver love was sold
for a few moments of notoriety the joy was destroyed
a chance at being righteous to everyone's loss
it all boils down to selfish greed.
Love does not betray nor flee the scene
dying alongside love is still living
wrapped in the embers of bombs and swords
we still can rejoice in the love that abides.
Run away if you must but come back when strength returns
turn around and see the smile that you missed
sit down and remember all the love you sold away
and come home to the table of love.
Fleeing the Scene
Fear overwhelms us and we move
the violence at our doorstep
out the back door we go
the life of a traveler still better than death.
The table was groaning
we were well fed and in a stupor
betrayal took us all by surprise
and we took off in all directions.
One minute there was peace the next terror
hair standing on end and confusion every where
a metallic taste on our lips and a scream
vibrating up from the depths of our souls.
For a few ounces of silver love was sold
for a few moments of notoriety the joy was destroyed
a chance at being righteous to everyone's loss
it all boils down to selfish greed.
Love does not betray nor flee the scene
dying alongside love is still living
wrapped in the embers of bombs and swords
we still can rejoice in the love that abides.
Run away if you must but come back when strength returns
turn around and see the smile that you missed
sit down and remember all the love you sold away
and come home to the table of love.