"The poor of the flock that waited upon Me knew that it was the word of the Lord. And I said unto them, If ye think good, give Me My price; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for My price thirty pieces of silver. And the Lord said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly price that I was prized at of them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver and cast them to the potter in the house of the Lord" (Zechariah 11:11-13).
Never was silver accounted so dirty,
And never betrayal so cruel,
Than the pieces foretold, amounting to thirty,
In the covenant made by a fool.
The poor of the flock remember that price,
And the temple in which it was hurled.
They'd rather be poor, and have Jesus Christ,
Than considered as rich by this world.
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