Discovered and broken, publicly known,
I wait for my death, a hurtle of stones,
Unraveled and torn, dragged through the town,
My sins are my dress, my shame is my crown.
Broken in pride, my power has ebbed.
My sin leaves me trapped in a tangled web.
I lie at his feet, I moan and I grieve,
I pray for his mercy, though none I’ll receive.
The stones are at ready, my moments are few,
Jesus rose up, “Who’s without sin among you?”
“Let him be the one to throw the first stone.”
All the men leave, he and I are alone.
No one has condemned me, not even the Jews.
“Woman, where are your accusers? Did no one condemn you?”
“No one, my Lord,” sung my echoed reply.
“They don’t condemn you, and neither do I.”
My heart has been humbled, my virtue restored.
Then Jesus said, “Go and sin no more.”
My life was restored, I was set free,
Because of the great act of mercy towards me.
"Then the scribes and Pharisees brought to Him a woman caught in adultery. And when they had set her in the midst, they said to Him, “Teacher, this woman was caught in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses, in the law, commanded us that such should be stoned. But what do You say?” This they said, testing Him, that they might have something of which to accuse Him. But Jesus stooped down and wrote on the ground with His finger, as though He did not hear.
So when they continued asking Him, He raised Himself up and said to them, “He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first.” And again He stooped down and wrote on the ground. Then those who heard it, being convicted by their conscience, went out one by one, beginning with the oldest even to the last. And Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had raised Himself up and saw no one but the woman, He said to her, “Woman, where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?”
She said, “No one, Lord.”
And Jesus said to her, “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.”