Barabbas
I heard a shout from the crowd
Set the guilty free
To this day I still think about
Why him and not me
I'd heard the man was innocent
That he'd done nothing wrong
As he said underneath his breath
Forgive them, they no not what they've done
I made my way that day out of harms way
Swearing never to look back
But felt the urge, wouldn't call it courage
That held me down where I was at
Following at a short distance
The one who took my palce
With a strong need for forgiveness
I still hold to this day
Through it all with him on trial
I felt the guilt, the shame
Could not help but think about
Me being partially to blame
As he stood there in silence
A lamb being led to slaughter
The hungry wolves would have his head
He'd be dead by tomorrow
Guilty came the verdict
To the worlds sigh of relief
As once again I wondered
Why him Lord, not me
I followed along as he carried his cross
Hoping not to be recognized
You never know how far a crowd will go
Or when a mob could change their mind
This is the other side of the story
From the day I was set free
The day my life was changed when I
Watched the Prince of Peace hang on that tree
Dying for the sin of you and me
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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