Classic Poem

I WILL not count the years — there are days too —
And to-night again I have said
" What if you should be lying dead? "
Well, if it were so, I could only lay my head
Quietly on the pillow of my bed
Thinking of Him on whom poor sufferers cried
Suffering Himself so much before He died:
And then of Judas walking three years by His side —
How Judas kissed Him — how He was crucified.
Always when I see you
I see those two;
Oh! God it is true
We do not, all of us, know what we do;
But Judas knew.