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