For 2000 years the faithful have asked, "It is not I, surely?"
I do not hear His reply to any - How could I?
For in deathly fear I wait my turn to look in His eye.
And what will He say, as I dip my hand with Him
Saying, "Surely it is not I, Lord?" What will He say then?
So finally the dreadful moment has arrived - too fast!
My heart beats so, my panting body must breathe its last!
I approach and place my trembling hand in the dish with His.
Without even needing to ask, I know His answer is . . .
The same one that has echoed thru the ages hauntingly,
"He who dips his hand with Me, is the one who will betray me."