I was bad from early days
hurting others in so many ways.
As my life grew more fully
I was known as the town bully.
The passing of time gave me great fame.
Everyone around knew my name.
Even though I had no shame
I always received the blame.
I was given the penalty
of being hung upon a tree.
The crowd demanded I go free
and Jesus died instead of me.
I laughed when they placed him on the cross
while some people cried at their great loss.
Then I was hit with something new
when he said, “they know not what they do.”
How could he forgive even me?
For the first time I was really free.
I could have returned to my crime
but now I make better use of my time.