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.