I am Barabbas

I am Herod, seeking to take your life at birth
I am you brother, not believing, at first

I am the Pharisee
reading your words but still don't see
I am the son
leaving the safe home

I am Judas, selling you out for silver coins
I am the guard, stinging your loins

I am Peter, three times denying
I am the voice in my head, 7 by 70 times defying

I am Pilate, washing my hands while sending you to death
I am the officer, whipping your back free of flesh

I am the soldier making your thorny crown
I am the next, prying it down

I am Thomas, doubting your resurrection
I am Saul, stoning your followers and lead the persecution

I am sleeping in trying to stay up for an hour
And when I pray I just ... petitions for power

I am the crowd shouting for Barabbas' liberation
I am Barabbas, your death is my redemption

I am the hammer I am the nails
piercing your hands, for all my fails

I am the sinner you died for
who was to be nailed to that cross
I am the unbelieving

Lord have mercy on my soul

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