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My Name Is Barabbas
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By Michael P. Johnson
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My Name Is Barabbas


No longer do I need to run

I’m free of every debt

Though still there’s much I’ve said and done

Of which I so regret


I tell no lie nor play a game

I’m right in mind and well

Barabbas is my blessed name

My story now I tell


I tried to run I tried to hide

Amidst the maddening throng

Upon a tree I should have died

Because of things done wrong


I can’t describe my wicked deeds

And look you in the face

But like a garden full of weeds

My life was one disgrace


Suffice to say that I was caught

I cried and held my breath

Before the judge lay my report

That sentenced me to death


Afraid to die afraid of hell

Shaking my head in woe

I screamed and squirmed inside my cell

With no place left to go


How could I think, what was to say?

No help could I pursue?

Except to kneel and God to pray

To save me from my due


 Instead of dying someone came

Suffering in my stead

He bore my pain He took my shame

Upon His faultless head.....

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Submitted: Monday, October 17, 2016

Last Updated: Monday, October 17, 2016

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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