(based on John 8:1-11)
They drug me to the streets
From the bed that I had made
Their judgmental eyes reminders of my fate
They shoved me in the middle
Of a patronizing crowd
Prepared to trap the Teacher with their bait
Rocks in hand and ready
To make me pay the price
They asked Him, “Teacher, what should we now do?
The law says we should stone her
For the things that she has done.
So now we want to hear it straight from You.”
My heart beat wildly in my chest
My palms began to sweat
My certain fate held in the Teacher’s hands
But the things that happened next
Made my frightened head just spin
And I don’t think that I’ll ever understand
Though their accusing fingers
Pointed straight at me
His fingers wrote a message in the dirt
And though their angry hands
Were set and posed to kill
His loving hands would heal my deepest hurt
I don’t know what
He wrote that day
As he knelt there on the sand
But slowly each man
Walked away
And I was left to stand
“Is no one left to torture you
With condescending tones?
To condemn and to punish you for all you’ve done?”
“No one, Lord. ” I said,
Afraid to meet His eyes
But He looked deeply into mine and my healing had begun.
“Neither do I condemn you.”
He said, with tender love.
“Go and live a brand new life from this day on.”
Had my ears deceived me?
Had I lost my mind?
Was He now telling me my sins were gone?
Overcome with thankfulness
I fell down to my knees
The sand where he had written, on my face
He didn’t give what I deserved
But offered life for death
Instead of punishment He offered grace
My life will never be the same
One man stood up for me
His forgiveness has changed everything I do
From sin and shame
I stood that day
And with all my life I’ll live to say, “Thank You.”
