Here are lyrics to a song that my husband, Keith Johnson, wrote this year. It's meant for Holy Week.

Barabus

Just like an army that was come to set us free
I remember where I was when you rode in.
The banners flying high, almost reaching to the sky
Palm branches marked the path where you had been.

We cry Barabus, give us Barabus.

I think about the way the soldiers make us haul their load.
I think about the tax we have to pay.
They beat us, they rape us:
I don't really want to know.
I believed you were gonna make them pay.

We cry Barabus, give us Barabus.

Crucify Him, crucify Him. (this is repeated for a verse)

We cry Barabus, give us Barabus.

I watch you pray, the price you pay to save us
Even though the world's hatred is all inside us.
It's as though we are willing if it'll unleash your anger,
To be wrong, to be criminal, even to die.
But we can't cry for mercy when we pray for vengeance,
When we think that forgiveness is some kind of weakness,
When the shame of the cross is covered by you,
Father, we don't know what we do.

We cry Barabus, give us Barabus.

His notes at the bottom of the page say only 4th fret Am-F several times E - Am- F

(Keith Johnson 2003 all rights reserved)