What Kind of Man

I am Barabbas, a rebel, a prisoner Death was the sentence for me Led before Pilate, I stood there beside him This man some were calling a King And as the crowd shouted "Crucify Him" The soldiers let me go free What kind of man, guilty of nothing Would suffer the shame and disgrace? Hang on a cross, despised and rejected And willing to die in my place At Calvary For someone like me For someone like me My name is Thomas, for three years I followed I saw every wonder and sign They say He has risen, that His grave is empty But I just can't believe He's alive Now standing before me, Jesus shows me The scars in His hands and His side What kind of man embraces a doubter Lovingly drawing me near? I don't have to wonder if I've been accepted He settled the worry and fear At Calvary For someone like me My name is Peter, I knew Him and loved Him But oh, how I failed Him that night I promised Jesus that I'd never leave Him I'd willingly lay down my life But there at His trial, I stood by the fire I denied Him three times What kind of man pours out His mercy On someone who stumbles and falls With no way to earn it, no way to deserve it? Forgiveness still came after all At Calvary For someone like me Whoa-oh, I've been Barabbas, the guilty set free And I have been Thomas, the doubter redeemed And I have been Peter Yes, I've been all three What kind of man bleeds for the worthless And saves Him whatever it takes? What kind of man would rescue the sinner And offer amazing grace At Calvary? At Calvary For someone like me For someone like me For someone like me