There was a mountain and there were three trees
There was a good Man and there were two thieves
A man called Barabas was doomed for the tree
But Jesus took the middle one and Barabas went free

I love that Man in the middle 
Because I know He first loved me
Praise to that Man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle Man made it possible that I could go free

A hill called Golgotha, the place of a skull
No yellow flowers, no trees in bloom the scenery was so dull
Three crosses stood black and bold against a darkened sky
And not from pain but a broken heart that middle Man died

I love that Man in the middle 
Because I know He first loved me
Praise to that Man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle Man made it possible that I could go free

I love that Man in the middle 
Because I know He first loved me
Praise to that Man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle Man made it possible that I could go free

Praise to that Man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle Man made it possible that I could go free