Innocence Lost

Once on a glorious holy morn
An innocent Holy Child was born
Destined to follow His Father, not the authority of His day
And to find twelve disciples to help Him with His mission on His way

About that time, also in ancient Palestine
Was a child born, whose fate was not to be divine,
Destined to be a disciple, and live their lifestyle
To walk with, and follow Jesus for a little while

But then his heart grew blinded, and the truth he could not see
He became wise in his own eyes, which only led to misery
He sought to sell his master, in order to be free
But soon discovered freedom is an illusive fantasy

If you wonder what my point is, the irony is this
The Christ Child destined to be King was betrayed by a kiss
The same child destined to follow Him would some how miss
The kingdom, of the Father and its heavenly bliss

Oh, but that is not the only irony of this sad disgrace
It will happen again and again in another time and place