The Name Of Every Man

My name is Barabbas,

 and I am guilty of many sins.

 I’ve been caught, jailed, judged, and condemned,

 my life is almost tied up with death already.

Then one day I met an infamous man

 who, as far as I know, is faultless and had done no crime

 But before long, I stood with him in front of an angry crowd

who shouts, “Free Barabbas, and let the other man die!”

And within that day, He was crucified instead of me,

and suffered at the most painful death a man can ever have.

Meanwhile, as I rejoice in my freedom, a thought made me to pause:

“Wait, I am the real guilty one, and He is the innocent man!”

Then as blood flowed down from his wounds at the cross,

so as my feeble knees suddenly dropped down to the ground;

as I’m realizing what this man has just done for me:

that in his death is where a condemned sinner’s salvation was found.

His willful act of exchanging his guiltless status for my sake

will always be beyond what my mind is able to understand.

Yet, what I do know is the great amount of my life that I owe

to that savior who took over my deserving state as a guilty man.