| Song | Traitor's Look |
| Artist | Michael Card |
| Album | Known By the Scars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Card | |
| Michael Card | |
| How did it feel to take the place | |
| Of honor at the meal | |
| To take the sup from His own hand | |
| A prophesy to seal | |
| Was it because He washed your feet | |
| That you sold Him as a slave | |
| The Son of Man, the Lamb of God | |
| Who'd only come to save | |
| The silver that they paid to you | |
| From out their precious till | |
| Was meant to buy a spotless lamb | |
| A sacrifice to kill | |
| How heavy was the money bag | |
| That couldn't set you free | |
| It became a heavy millstone | |
| As you fell into the sea | |
| Now Judas don't you come to close | |
| I fear that I might see | |
| That traitor's look upon your face | |
| Might look too much like me | |
| Cause just like you I've sold the Lord | |
| And often for much less | |
| And like a retched traitor | |
| I betrayed Him with a kiss |
| zuo qu : Card | |
| Michael Card | |
| How did it feel to take the place | |
| Of honor at the meal | |
| To take the sup from His own hand | |
| A prophesy to seal | |
| Was it because He washed your feet | |
| That you sold Him as a slave | |
| The Son of Man, the Lamb of God | |
| Who' d only come to save | |
| The silver that they paid to you | |
| From out their precious till | |
| Was meant to buy a spotless lamb | |
| A sacrifice to kill | |
| How heavy was the money bag | |
| That couldn' t set you free | |
| It became a heavy millstone | |
| As you fell into the sea | |
| Now Judas don' t you come to close | |
| I fear that I might see | |
| That traitor' s look upon your face | |
| Might look too much like me | |
| Cause just like you I' ve sold the Lord | |
| And often for much less | |
| And like a retched traitor | |
| I betrayed Him with a kiss |
| zuò qǔ : Card | |
| Michael Card | |
| How did it feel to take the place | |
| Of honor at the meal | |
| To take the sup from His own hand | |
| A prophesy to seal | |
| Was it because He washed your feet | |
| That you sold Him as a slave | |
| The Son of Man, the Lamb of God | |
| Who' d only come to save | |
| The silver that they paid to you | |
| From out their precious till | |
| Was meant to buy a spotless lamb | |
| A sacrifice to kill | |
| How heavy was the money bag | |
| That couldn' t set you free | |
| It became a heavy millstone | |
| As you fell into the sea | |
| Now Judas don' t you come to close | |
| I fear that I might see | |
| That traitor' s look upon your face | |
| Might look too much like me | |
| Cause just like you I' ve sold the Lord | |
| And often for much less | |
| And like a retched traitor | |
| I betrayed Him with a kiss |