Barabbas
and Me
By: Nathlee Grant
In chains I came,
bound to death
my fears I tried, desperately
to forget
How can I face them, what
an embarrassment?
I am doomed! Today I
am dead.
In just a few
minutes, my name will be called
And there is no
miracle that would free me at all
At least that what I
thought
….. “I’ll take his place” says a still small
voice
with such authority
and power, calm and mild
I was lost for words
and could only cry
For me?
Who would want to
trade this place for me?
A wretched,
self-centered, pigheaded sinner me.
“Yes” he said
I will take your
chains for your freedom means much to me.
My Freedom, I cannot
brag
As a matter of fact,
I am still taken aback.
Who is that guy that
took my place?
I mean that much to
him, I am still amaze
What could my freedom
mean to him?
I need to know, so
that I can thank him.
He is my savior, I
should make him my King
But embarrassingly I
know nothing of him.
This will change, for
if my freedom means much to him
Then it is my duty to
know all about him.
His name is Jesus,
the name they called
when they jeered, “Crucify
him!”
I am forever grateful
Though I don’t
understand
I am given freedom
and I will live!
In Jesus’ Name!
