The night is dark and stormy, there’s a cold wind in my soul
Seems like I’ve been torn apart and never will be whole.
The suffocating weight that rests upon my broken heart
Holds me in my silence–Lord, when will the healing start?
I cast about in desperate for hope that there might somehow be
Someone who can reach out to break these chains and set me free.
But who can know the torment? Who can truly comprehend?
(Unless they too have been betrayed by loved one or by friend?)
As I cower in desperation and in fear of what shall be,
A picture comes to mind I know that you have given me…
I see you hanging on a cross
In agony betrayed,
Naked, torn and bleeding
So that we can be saved.
The one who lived and walked with you,
With whom you shared your soul
Was the person who betrayed you—
All my agony you know!
Watching friends present a mime of the Passion of Christ years ago, I was struck HARD by the thought that Judas, the betrayer, was one of the 12 disciples Jesus had spent the last three years pouring his life into. He was one of the guys, probably was treated like the other guys. He wasn’t some random stranger. In the words of “Why?” by Michael Card, “Only a friend can betray a friend….a stranger has nothing to gain and only a friend comes close enough to ever cause so much pain.” Jesus knows what DV survivors, abuse victims, and all those who have been betrayed by someone they love feel. (I am a slow learner…..I never realized in my guts until this week, that He hung there naked in front of his abusers. He knows.