He was traded for thirty pieces of silver
Temporary trinkets that didn’t even make him quiver
A kiss of deception, a shameful transgression
Paved the way of Christ’s most difficult procession
We were traded for three days of innocent torment
An eternal collision of grace and selfless punishment
A cry of rejection, the death of Perfection
Paved the way of mankind’s most needed salvation
We are all just temporary trinkets
Striving to gain value through earthly merits
How futile an objective that does not reciprocate
To live for the world is a path to hate
For the man without eyes
For those who have to hide
For the orphan who cries
We must lose our pride
For the day is coming
When there will be nothing
Will we forsake the lost?
We must carry our cross!
For the woman sold into slavery
For those without hope or bravery
For the offspring targets of parental fury
We must gain new urgency
For the days are coming
When there will be nothing
Will we forsake the lost?
We must carry our cross!
We are all just temporary trinkets
Striving to gain value through earthly merits
How futile an objective that does not reciprocate
To live for the world is a path to hate
To live for the King…
Is everything.
