A New Word

I pulled my robe tighter to cover my shame
An adulteress was my brand new name.
I gazed at the faces of the men who'd found me out
They'd seen me, there was no doubt.
And now they thrust me on the street,
As one picks up a stone at his feet.
I knew the law so I knew what they would do
I was guilty it was simply true.

They grabbed my arms and pulled me along
Past my neighbours and friends, no journey seemed so long.
Where were they taking me?
Why postpone the inevitable agony?
Finally I saw we were entering the temple.
My accusers took me before a Man who was preaching to the people.
Who was He? I didn't know.
However it was clear these, 'religious,' men wanted to put on a show.

I was the bate, the worm on the end of the line.
They cared for no ones life, not His and not mine.
I sighed as they told my sins to this Preacher,
They ended with, “The law commands we stone her!”
Then I watched in silent shock,
This Man just bent down and used His finger like chalk.
Writing in the sand, that was His reply?
But what of the verdict? Would I live or die?

Finally He rose and glance down at me,
It was like He was carefully reading my story.
I blushed with shame, my heart filled with dread
As images of my life flashed through my head.
Then His voice, “He who is without sin throw the first stone.”
The stones began to drop as my accusers left me alone!
Was that all? Was I free?
Or was this Man going to punish Me?

He had bent down to write again in the sand.
I didn't know what to do? Should I clear my throat or raise my hand?
Then He looked at me, He seemed touched that I was still there.
I realized if He had thrown a stone it would have been fair.
Who was He? I wished I knew!
There was something about Him so refreshing and new.
He told me He didn't judge me guilty!
Me who was “caught in the act of adultery!”

Then He added words that went straight to my core,
“Go and sin no more.”
I swallowed hard, tears poured down my face
I learned a new word that day and that word is “grace.”
I nodded my head vowing never to forget!
I owed this Preacher an endless debt.
This was my second chance and I wasn't going to pass it by
I was going to show Him my thankfulness until the day that I die.



This is my newest poem I am not as satisfied with it as I would like to be =P I think I may change the ending but haven't decided just how yet ;)
Thanks for reading!!