I was caught in my sin;
Exposed;
Any shred of righteousness,
Was ripped from me
Like an adulteress
Caught without any clothes
My accusers harangued me;
Their words rang in my ears -
Echoes of my own thoughts
I've listened to for years
I've been here before
Repenting in the dust,
Mirroring their own
Condemnation and disgust
But this time it's different
Jesus is here
Through my tears I can see
His outstretched hand
As He writes a sentence
Upon the shifting sand
Which once were stones
That have fallen apart -
Much like my life,
A shambles,
And fragmented heart
Though I am guilty,
Christ doesn’t condemn me
Oh, what light He exudes
As He stands to defend me
My accusers are gone,
Their stones left on the ground
Like a memorial
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Inspired by John 8:1-12
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