MY NAME IS BARABBAS

By Ken Blue

 

 

 

 

 

From my window here below, upon Golgotha’s hill I see,

Three crosses standing tall, and the center one is there  for me.

 

I never thought a day of judgment like this would ever come.

I evaded all pursuers; I was always on the run.

 

Mine was a life of sin; while creating both renown and fame.

People heard from far and  near and said, “Barabbas is his name.”

 

There is turmoil in the city over one called Jesus Christ.

That’s unimportant to me now; tomorrow I pay my price.

 

It’s morning light and in the door I hear the skeleton key.

The executioner has surly come; he has come for me.

 

He takes me to an iron gate, there inserting another key.

As the gate open’s wide he says, “You may go now, you are free.”

 

I stand in frozen disbelief at what I’m hearing and see.

For someone is on the cross, the very one that was for me.

 

Many years have come and gone, I remember His battered face,

And now I fully understand, He willingly took my place.

 

There is an empty cell below; the captive is now set free.

There’s an empty cross on the hill; redemption blood has paid the fee.

 

There’s an empty tomb in the garden; death cannot hold its prey.

There was emptiness in my heart, but He’s filling it today.

 

He freely opened the prisoner’s gate; His cross, the only key.

He says to all who come to Him, “You may go now, you are free.”