Barrabas


The end of a life
    The work of my hand
To take from this world
    An innocent man
The cost of my crimes
    I did not have to pay
In despondence I saw
    That God made a way

They cry for my freedom
    They say “let him goâ€�
They want to crucify him
    A man I don’t know
They beat him and slap him
    And spit in his face
They treat him as though
    He’s a disgrace

No malice or anger
    Do I see in his eyes
Just love for the people
    As he hangs there and dies
He says he forgives them
    Which struck me as odd
But then I realized
    This is the Son of God
The end of a life
    The work of my hand
To take from this world
    Such an innocent man