Gabbatha
Who now can this man be
Whom fate decides to bring before me
Now he shall make his case
Of guilt I cannot sense any trace
I'll send him to King Herod
Let him decide what is to be done
But he sends him back here to me
Even Herod thinks him innocent you see
I find no guilt within this man
Should we not let him go
Now his accusers turn their heads
And with a snarl say no
As is custom
You shall have the privilege of a choice
Now call the man whom you want freed
And I shall hear your voice
But all these men before me now
Cry out in unity
Barabbas is the man we want n
Now send him to us free
Why must you punish this man so
What evil has he done
It matters not
The choice is made
Barabbas is the one
And as I try to persuade
A riot begins to take shape
I have no choice but to comply
I cannot ignore their violent cries
And though he's committed no such sins
I can now do nothing to amend
Their hate for this man
That spreads through the land
So I give up my stand
But of it I wash off my hands
His followers stand in dismay
He is to be buried today
He stood in my court
His life cut too short
And now in his tomb may he lay
Whom fate decides to bring before me
Now he shall make his case
Of guilt I cannot sense any trace
I'll send him to King Herod
Let him decide what is to be done
But he sends him back here to me
Even Herod thinks him innocent you see
I find no guilt within this man
Should we not let him go
Now his accusers turn their heads
And with a snarl say no
As is custom
You shall have the privilege of a choice
Now call the man whom you want freed
And I shall hear your voice
But all these men before me now
Cry out in unity
Barabbas is the man we want n
Now send him to us free
Why must you punish this man so
What evil has he done
It matters not
The choice is made
Barabbas is the one
And as I try to persuade
A riot begins to take shape
I have no choice but to comply
I cannot ignore their violent cries
And though he's committed no such sins
I can now do nothing to amend
Their hate for this man
That spreads through the land
So I give up my stand
But of it I wash off my hands
His followers stand in dismay
He is to be buried today
He stood in my court
His life cut too short
And now in his tomb may he lay
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Writer(s): Timothy Hicks
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