thrown to be stoned
eyes on the dirt
face wet from tears
hair stuck to it

men accusing from behind
maybe inside of her head
telling her all she’s worth
is the dirt below her

He writes on the ground
her only view
looking down
ashamed

caught in the act
waiting to be stoned
no denying
what was hidden in her heart

standing in the midst
thoughts of what she deserved
the only life she knew
was a disgrace

her view
Jesus kneeling
writing on the ground
defending her

one by one they left
stones never hitting her back
one by one they left
with only Him in her midst

looking in His eyes
seeing real love
letting her go
to sin no more

walking away free
she followed Him
to the cross
to the tomb
standing by Him
like He stood by her

freedom isn’t rare
it’s here
it’s now
it’s for everyone

it’s not that He died for me
so I follow Him
no
I follow Him
because He died for me