A Devotion for Easter

My past has defined me; my actions are known

I’ve lied, cheated and killed; evil seeds have been sown.

I haven’t cared about others, or considered their needs

But only hungry for power and fame, a selfish life I lead.

Now one stands beside me, and I hear them say His name,

Both before Pilate, our chances for release are the same.

He is repeatedly mocked and accused, but makes no reply,

I turn to also cast insult, but hold my tongue when I hear Him sigh.

When finally asked about being a king, He talks of another place;

Something is different in His voice, a meekness, a kindness and grace;

It’s not common to those on trial, nor is it found in a governor’s hall

Yet he stands here in mild manner, apparently condemned by all.

The crowd yells to crucify Him, and the chains on my hands are released

Strangely He is handed to the guards, while I look over the crowd and go free.

I am the one who was guilty, accused and condemned with proof to show,

Yet I am excused, pardoned, set free; and to the cross, one named Jesus will go.

I did not know His name before today, we were never properly introduced.

I was sure that my fate had been sealed, yet my bonds were quickly loosed.

The crowd continued to yell as I walked away, so I looked back to see,

The One taking my place...I never knew Him...I wonder if He knew me.

I am Barabbas.