Mistaken Identity

There is a green hill near to hand

 Outside the garden gate,

Where God's Own Son is nailed up.

 Looks like he's met his fate.

He may not know, seems past it now,

 That he is on the rood,

Sold down the river Jordan by

 That fraud, his best mate, Jude.

But, lifting up his head he spies

 Jude swinging from a tree.

"You arrogant fool," he cries. "Get down

 And stop upstaging me.

So clearly, clearly do I see

 What it is you've done.

You've tried to make Him think that I
 Am not My Father's Son."