In Hell there grew a Judas tree
Where Judas hanged and died
Because he could not bear to see
His Master crucified.
The Lord descended into Hell
and found his Judas there
For ever hanging on the tree
Grown from his own despair.
So Jesus cut His Judas down
And took him in His arm,
It was for this I came, He said,
And not to do you harm.
My Father gave Me twelve good men,
And all of them I've kept,
Though one betrayed and one denied,
Some fled and others slept.
In three days' time I must return
To make the others glad,
But first I had to come to Hell
and share the death you had.
My Tree will grow in place of yours,
Its roots strike here as well.
There is no final Victory,
Without this soul from Hell.
So when we all condemn him,
As of every traitor worst,
Remember that of all His men,
Our Lord forgave him first.
(Words: Ruth Etchells: 1931-2012)
Today is the bridge between His Earthly ministry and his resurrected one. I withhold the forbidden word for one week more.