Classic Poem

One throned in splendour on a glorious throne —
Seeing a great and perilous task to do —
Called one among His servants, whom He knew
For best and bravest — " Thee," said He, " alone
Of all the millions whom I have and own
To do this service, have I chosen thee.
Be worthy of the trust, and trust in me.
I will reward it. Go." — And he was gone.

He did the task appointed. Then, betrayed,
He died a felon's death. The mighty one
Of all his millions sent not one to aid.
" Just God, reward the tyrant!" — Nay — but see —
The throned and crowned Betrayer, who was he?
God. And the poor betrayed one — God's own Son.