. . . So We . . . - Live

*THE CROWD:*
 With his teaching he stirs up the crowd
 And claims to be the Son of God
 We heard him blaspheme
 So we've brought him to the trail
 Crucify!
 Crucify him!
 *THE PILATE:*
 I find no reason to condemn him
 I'll have him whipped and I'll let him go.
 He's saying nothing in his defense
 He is refusing to say a word.
 And my wife - she dreamt last night
 I really don't know why...
 But she said to me:
 *THE PILATE'S WIFE:*
 Don't get involved with that innocent man!
 *THE PILATE:*
 Which one of these two d'you want me to
 Release for you?
 Shall I set the Messiah free?
 *THE CROWD:*
 No! Not him! We want Barabbas!
 *THE PILATE:*
 Do you realize
 I really could put you to death?
 But I also have authority
 To set you free!
 *JESUS:*
 Your authority comes not from you,
 't was given you by God
 And so the man
 Who betrayed me
 Is guilty of
 A worse sin!