Son of Perdition

I was born in privilege, with caring parents raised.
In expecting a bright future, the name they gave me:  "Praised"
I grew in the Jewish faith, in keeping with the rules.
I heard the rabbis and the priests speak of Shiloh's renewal.

They say that He will overthrow Rome's pagan tyranny.
If that's the case I want to fit into His company.
I've seen the man from Nazareth, His humble presence low.
Is this the Son of Man the prophets spoke of long ago?

Why yes indeed, it has to be, the lost and sick are healed.
The crippled walk, the dead are raised, but why does He still yield?
He shares meals with the enemy, helps the centurion.
But it must be true, I'm convinced, He's the Anointed One.

I'm growing tired of poverty, when will His triumph come?
When will the day appear when I'm an heir in His kingdom?
Maybe I can hatch a plan to hurry Him along
This Messiah in highest authority belongs.

Thirty pieces, precious silver to the treasury
Soon we will see Messiah's power in Gethsemane
Yes, they'll try to arrest Him but He will overcome.
The Romans soon will be destroyed, His time's about to come!

"My Rabbi!"I then exclaim, I run to kiss His cheek.
Affirming to the crowd, they've found the Nazarene they seek.
 But wait, He's not resisting!  Why won't He cast them down?
They're binding Him in shackles, they're leading Him into town.

This isn't how I've planned it!  What is this thing I've done?
I now repent, this awful sin, this deed I can't refund.
So now I go the only place my Lord cannot find me.
My only pathway there: this field, this hanging rope, this tree.

This Judas is not unique, as many share his thoughts
When we try to imagine God in a way which He's not.
If he and we were yielded to God's purpose for us
There would be no betrayal, anyone could be Judas.