Why so glum, Judas, I presume?
Sitting at the table, such a lonely countenance
You have only to lift your eyes
to your friend, breaking bread with you;
open your eyes to the very bread of life.
Why so glum, Judas, I wonder?
So near to love, yet with a pout and scowl
You have only to open your ears
to your name on your creator’s tongue;
open your heart to a glimpse of salvation.
Why so glum, Judas, I imagine?
Slumped away from all your friends
You have only to turn
to feel the dawn breaking upon you;
gaze on the light of the world.
Why so glum, Judas, I pray?
Not alone, yet held held in your hands
you have only to bear witness
to this miracle of thanksgiving;
give yourself, broken, to the breaking one.
Why so glum, Judas?
You have only, but you will not.
"That got me thinking..." 
This is awesome Jennifer! I saved it. Would it be OK if I used it in a sermon sometime, quoting you? It reminds me a lot of a verse in the Newsboys “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus. Love to you, Elisabeth ❤️
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Hi Elisabeth – sorry for my delayed response! I thought my reply had posted already. Of course, I don’t mind if you quote or share this sometime. I hope that it could encourage someone else at sometime. Thanks so much for the comment!