Songs of Victory

My Hands

My hands what a miracle God has made.
To praise him with everyday
To lift high my surrender or
To lower and fold in solemn petition

My hands they reach out to touch
in many different directions
to take in softly a lovers sweet reach
or to match a friend’s firm grip

Yes what a miracle God has made
To praise him with everyday
To lift high my surrender or
To lower and fold in solemn petition

To work the plow or entertain the piano
They work and play to match my day
I love they can play the trumpet
then go and prepare an evening banquet

I love the soft caress they give a lover
then have the reserves to lift a load
yet carefully do they pick a flower
to lay it at my father’s headstone

Yes what a miracle God has made
To praise him with everyday
To lift high my surrender or
To lower and fold in solemn petition

My hands they can heave a stone
or quickly catch a kiss in the wind
I love that they are an appendage
reaching out from my inter soul

Yes what a miracle God has made
To praise him with everyday
To lift high my surrender or
To lower and fold in solemn petition

I am Barabbas...

I am Barabbas! Before three crosses.
The cross in the center. It was made for me.
That man hanging there. He is no thief,
No murderer, No sinner like me.

I am here to accept the gift offered to me.
I am here to lay my chains down, under the tree.
I am Free! I am Free! Praise Yeshua, I am Free!

The people were given a choice.
To free Him or me. It was clear.
There was no choice. I was doomed
to die upon that cross, made from a tree.

Imagine my surprise, when the I heard their cries
Give Us Barabbas, Yes Free Barabbas.
And then I heard a mournful sound
Crucify, crucify, Yeshua must be crucified.

I am here to accept the gift offered to me.
I am here to lay my chains down, under the tree.
I am Free! I am Free! Praise Yeshua, I am Free!

Crucifixion is a horrid way to die.
In pain for hours, struggling for one last breath.
Yet I was spared what I deserved.
He took my place, to hang there instead of me.

I am here to accept the gift offered to me.
I am here to lay my chains down, under the tree.
I am Free! I am Free! Praise Yeshua, I am Free!

Now I rejoice. The story hasn't ended.
The man that died there rose to show
He is King of kings and Lord over lords.
I now praise Him for I am restored forever.

I am here to accept the gift offered to me.
I am here to lay my chains down, under the tree.
I am Free! I am Free! Praise Yeshua, I am Free!
I am Free! I am Free! Praise Yeshua, I am Free!
Praise Yeshua, I am Free!