With a simple daily habit, an innocent token of greeting, I betrayed the Master. He always wanted to be the Master, to be served. For all His talk about serving others, He always was the Master. It's one thing to lead a few disciples and country peasants when the sun shines on the hillside. But see if anyone follows Him when night is come and all is darkness.
Nobody can rule from a cross.
Well, I will not serve. I am no one's fool. Now finally, in this act, I am free, not being used by anyone. A rope around my neck, standing at the edge of this cliff. Soon I'll be free.