by mark walters
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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There is no historical account of salvation coming to Barabbas. I guess I just couldn't see the first person literally saved by Jesus as an unaffected person.
I'm dying of thirst from wanting my way
Drank deep from the well of sin in my day
My life is now potsherds; all broken and dry
Don’t have the moisture, to spit in their eye
Sentenced to death for riot and murder
Awaiting my fate, the Governor’s order
I lived all my dreams; now Pilate will try
To silence the masses, I need only die
Keys clank in old locks, my future they tell
Keepers approaching, to drag me to hell
But what's the deal here, they’re not taking me?
The guy in the next cell, they’re wanting to see
Look at that sissy, all down and forlorn
His blood spattered brow,his clothing all torn
I see his face now as they cross in the light
It’s Jesus the Rabbi they’re here to benight
I guess He’ll get his; why don’t they want me?
So now they squash good men and set roaches free
As the guards pass my cell, with Jesus in tow,
“Why do you want him”, I ask? “I must know”.
Get back in your hole; it’s not your day now.
They want to kill Jesus, they’ve taken a vow.
They’ve called for his life, “His blood be on us”
You’ll walk away now; try again to kill us.
But I felt no relief on sensing his end
Tears streaked my face as they buffeted him
In passing he said, “I love you my friend”
I discovered the meaning of sacrifice then
I walked out a free man, for he took my place
God showed me great favor, I knew His grace
Had saved me from death and held me in life
Barabbas is free now, from death, sin and strife
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|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|I enjoyed this immensely, Mark! A profound sense of a historic character's 'emotions', and great rhyme and rhythym. If I didn't know who Barabbas was, I would have been drawn in. Wonderful flow and movement.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I normally don't comment on religious poems, but this one is so well-written and descriptive that I will say that I hope that is the way it happened.