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There were many who could accuse her, she knew it was the law.
The very men who used her now want to see her stoned.
She remembers how it started, so hungry and alone.
She rode the tide of shame and commerce, with nowhere else to go.
She heard about the Holy man healing all the sick.
They said he spoke of God’s love for all, even those who have no hope.
So now she stood before Him and prepared herself to die.
He then wrote something in the dirt and gazed up into her eyes
And said, “no man here can accuse you and neither do I.”
Oh the washing of her soul a deluge fell that holy day,
and she followed Him from that time on, He is The Truth, The Life, The Way!
Jill Autrey Dorman 
Beautifully written, Jill. The image of Jesus looking into her eyes … it thrills me. x
Jesus thrills !e too! Just to think of his kindness ! It is what draws people too him and brings us to repentance. Thank you Lesley!
Beautifully written, Jill! You have a gift for taking passages and putting them into poetry. And haven’t we all experienced this despair at some point in our lives? I’m thankful Jesus bore that shame and calls us His own!
Thank you Morgan! I feel the God’s Word is the only life giving thing to write about! Can you email be zgain? I think I accidentally deleted your first one.
Just did! 🙂