I'm sitting in my chains, waiting for my death
And I'm cursing the God Who first gave me breath.
Then my guard comes in, holding a key,
And says, "Get on your feet, we're setting you free"
"How can this be"? I shout in his face.
"The Man they call Jesus is taking your place".
Bewildered I stand and my chains hit the floor,
Then, still confused, I am pushed out the door.
Now in the street I grab the first man I see,
And ask, "Do you know Jesus, where can He be"?
"Yes I know Him, The Messiah, men say,
"Sent down from heaven to show us the way.
"Was found guilty last night of blasphemy,
"And now under His cross, heads for Calvary".
Turning away, I rush down the street,
Before this Man dies we have to meet.
Outside the city I join with the crowd,
Now I see Him! Bleeding but unbowed.
By cruel whips His back is torn,
Om His head a crown of twisted thorn.
As I get close He looks my way,
The love in His eyes! No words can say.
Messiah, men say? Well He must be!
Who else could love, and die for one like me?
I can't stop the water that springs from my eyes,
As, greatest of miracles, Barabbas now cries.
I see Him laid out on the cross beam.
The hammer comes down, I hear no scream.
I see Him raised against darkening sky.
He looks down with love for all standing by.
Be they family, friend or enemy,
Faithful disciple or reviling pharisee.
As we stand there watching the sun hides it's light.
Seems creation itself can't stand this sight.
His mouth finally opens. "It is finished!" He cries.
The earth shakes in anguish as my God dies.