Barabbas and Me

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!