They bought a Potter's Field, to bury poor Judas. His silver led to a kiss
Contrast Apostle Paul, his greetings to the cheek of a Christian we greatly miss
Lord, you went out to that Potter's Field, to come looking for me
I went from a potsherd to a daughter to be celebrated for all Eternity
But to not be broken, what a tragedy that would be
Millstone around my neck, weighted down deep in the sea
The shards of life we claim in victory. His life shining through us
Rivers of Life, Holy Spirit, you refill as you gladly leak through us
The world calls your children crutch bearers, weak, needy rubble
Pharisees' blindness, Pius comments, all opposite of humble
Oh, Lord, Glory day when Bridegroom meets Bride
Stave off my eagerness and that most feared Spiritual Pride
I pray 'till You come, and read your Holy Word
Saving Gospel, How I praise the day you were heard!!
Acts 1:18
Matthew 27:3-10
Romans 16:16
Luke 17:1-2
Isaiah 45:9
2 Corinthians 4:7-12
Matthew 25:1-13
