Why Doesn't Judas Call?

Seriously, it's been like 2000 years.

Maybe you couldn't get through because telephones didn't exist for the first 1,876 of them, but still, you could have written or something? Ever heard of papyrus, Judas?

But I see how it is.

Don't think I didn't see how you looked at me during the Last Supper. I told you then you'd betray me, and I was right, wasn't I?

I thought maybe when you finally grabbed me in the Garden of Gethsemane and planted that kiss on me -unashamed of your passion, even though there was a buttload of Roman guards around - that you'd changed. You whispered in my ear that you were reallly going to leave Mrs. Iscariot this time. You can't even begin to know how badly I wanted to believe that, Judas.

But in the end, you played me. You said you'd give me your heart for all eternity but then snatched it right back after you got your fill of Jesus love.

I'll still forgive you if only you'll call. You know I can't stay mad at you, Judas. But no, I'm left sitting here every Saturday night staring at the phone, checking to make sure there's a dial tone, still tasting you on my beard, waiting...