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