I taste the gravel at his feet
My tears evident
My shame complete
Cover my face ashamed
Naked and bare
Everyone can see
I'm a harlot rightly named

Fingers of accusation justly show
His hair was twined in my fingers
And now everyone must know

I wait with no hope for grace
I deserve this death

Then I look and see His face
What compassion His eyes held there!
Melting my heart again
He knelt down near to me
He drew in the dust
My accusers had to flee

How can it be an adulteress like me
All my flaws and guilt thrown down at His feet
The filth in me open to see
And the one I hurt most of all
Lovingly sets me free

He lifted me to my feet
All that I am broken
But by His grace made complete

"Go and sin no more,"
"I don't condemn you."

-- Author's Note --

This one's about The woman dragged before Jesus in the book of Matthew, and written in highschool many moons ago.