He sought to hide his breaking heart,
To play a cold, indifferent part,
And standing on the enemy’s ground,
Let worldly jests and fears abound.

If called to draw a flashing sword,
He would have fought to shield his Lord.
But pointing fingers, scorn, and blame,
Made him a coward, false in name.

He forced a laugh, he joined the jeer,
To mask his sorrow and his fear,
Yet burned with anger, pierced with grief,
To see his Master treated like a thief.

He acted out a bitter lie
As Jesus let the mockers by;
And those who hide their faith today,
Deny their Lord the selfsame way.